Paul Hartal

Paul Hartal Poems

321. When Will The Messiah Come? 10/17/2014
322. Where Do Circles Grow? 10/16/2014
323. Which Comes First? 5/4/2015
324. Whispering Forest 10/2/2011
325. White Table With Red Chairs 12/6/2015
326. Whose Life Is Worth More? 5/20/2012
327. Why Tears My Love? 10/8/2011
328. Why The Snow Melts 10/12/2012
329. Woman With Train 10/1/2011
330. Women Change, But Men Don'T? 2/23/2013
331. You Are Not The Wind 10/5/2011
332. You Must Be Strong 2/23/2014
Best Poem of Paul Hartal

They Come In Seven Sexes

An old wing of the university
housed the laboratory.
She passed through a narrow corridor
oozing the autumn moisture
of the morning rain.

She put on a white polyester coat,
adjusted her seat and then
placed the Tetrahymena
under the microscope.

“What are you doing? ”
asked suddenly a baritone voice.
Ruth looked up surprised
and saw Tom, a doctoral student
of anatomy, standing next to her.

“Oh, I do some research
on this tiny critter”, she said.
It is a single-celled animal
from the Protozoa family,
called Tetrahymena, a ...

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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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