Paul Hartal

Paul Hartal Poems

281. Unruly Dragon In Porcelain Equilibrium 6/13/2012
282. Until We Meet Again 10/5/2011
283. Using Art And Science 10/7/2011
284. Valentine's Day 10/1/2011
285. Valium 2/14/2014
286. Vanilla Gate 10/12/2011
287. Venus And Candor 9/29/2011
288. Vernacular Painting 3/14/2013
289. Viceroy And Monarch 11/8/2014
290. Voyage Around The Square Root Of Minus One 6/18/2012
291. War Memories With Acrostic 6/27/2012
292. Weeds And Hyacinths 10/1/2011
293. What Dante Told Me 12/5/2012
294. What Is Love? 12/22/2012
295. When Is A Painting Finished? 11/26/2011
296. When Will The Messiah Come? 10/17/2014
297. Where Do Circles Grow? 10/16/2014
298. Which Comes First? 5/4/2015
299. Whispering Forest 10/2/2011
300. Whose Life Is Worth More? 5/20/2012
301. Why Tears My Love? 10/8/2011
302. Why The Snow Melts 10/12/2012
303. Woman With Train 10/1/2011
304. Women Change, But Men Don'T? 2/23/2013
305. You Are Not The Wind 10/5/2011
306. You Must Be Strong 2/23/2014
Best Poem of Paul Hartal

Oranges And Grapes

Oranges and grapes refuse to grow in the cold.
Today I sing and dance, refuse to grow old.
Yet all the same, time is tyrant and ruthless,
Unfolds my wrinkling years, it is relentless.

Now and then the lots seem to be gentle and kind,
But alloyed with fate the somnambulist is blind.
Luck and fortuity might act as a soubrette,
Life spins our fate like roulette in a film set.

Still, let us drink to life, celebrate, and be glad,
Let us sing and dance today, refuse to be sad.
Oranges and grapes do not grow in the cold,
A warm wind ties ribbons to maple ...

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My Life

My life is a Corinthian acanthus leaf
On an intricately carved classic column
Enchanted pellucid palace
Silent opaque sandglass
On an amethyst shelf
Byzantine transition
From circle to sphere.

My works are gothic objects

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