Paul Hartal Poems

On the road between Cologne and Frankfurt
The SS bus with painted over windows made its way
Through the streets of picturesque Hadamar
Heading for the psychiatric hospital of the town.
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“Oh, I’m neither rude nor rigid”, he said.
“I’m rather like a cactus fruit, thorny outside
but sweet inside.”
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D-Day, the landings in Normandy
on 6 June,1944,is part of the British
andAmerican national memory.
Codenamed Operation Neptune,
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Once, the Turtle invited the Rabbit for a cup of tea.
It was a cold day and sipping their hot beverage
at the fireplace they talked about a variety of things.
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The nephron never saw the sunlight.
Yet he was a very curious nephron
and decided to peer into the outside
world somehow. He was talking about
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Here the May lilacs blossom in the garden
Their fragrance sprawls in the air of spring.

Yet my mind drifts on wings of a daydream
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The search
for the meaning of life
Is not unlike a cat
that chases its own tail
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“Surgical removal of the breasts before any sign
of cancer is one way to significantly lower the risk.”
Journal of Clinical Oncology, March 15,2005
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He steers hurriedly the hardened handlebar
The light dims out in a cozy red chamber
A door of dreams opens with a moan ajar
A want of breeze lays layer upon layer.
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Once a crowd of beautiful ladies descended
to the waterfront in Xian and Du Fu saw them.
It was the third day of the third month, the time
of the Lustration Festival. In those days
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