Paul Hartal


Paul Hartal Poems

41. By Act Of Legislation 10/4/2011
42. Camp Concerts 10/4/2011
43. Carnation Bridge With A Missed Conversation 11/10/2013
44. Carpet Bombing 3/14/2013
45. Cesarean Section 9/29/2011
46. Change 10/4/2011
47. Chinese Magnolia 7/24/2015
48. Chitchat On Ice Cream And Love 1/26/2013
49. Colors Of Silence 10/3/2011
50. Crescent Fib 7/30/2012
51. Critics 2/18/2012
52. Dark Sky 9/30/2011
53. Death By Prescription 12/21/2013
54. Democracy Vs. Dictatorship 11/29/2013
55. Descartes' Despair 10/6/2011
56. Does History Progress? 8/2/2015
57. Does The Brain Create God? -new- 8/25/2015
58. Don'T Read This! 8/4/2015
59. Dove Of Peace 12/12/2012
60. Dreamer Fib 3/7/2015
61. Early June Girls 10/10/2011
62. Earthrise 8/2/2015
63. Eichmann's Shock 8/2/2015
64. Einsatzgruppe General 11/29/2014
65. Endangered Species: The Moon 7/5/2012
66. Every Man Remains An Island 1/19/2013
67. Fading Chlorophyll In Maple Leaves Of Autumn 10/10/2011
68. Farewell Of A Cottonwood 7/1/2012
69. Fate Hanged On A Hairbreadth 7/17/2012
70. Fear 9/29/2011
71. Fib With Accidental Rhyme 12/7/2012
72. Florida Vignette 5/4/2015
73. Flowers Of Horror 10/7/2011
74. For Eleanor H. Porter (1868-1920) 10/6/2011
75. For Miklós Radnóti 9/29/2011
76. For Paul Celan 2/17/2012
77. Four Quatrains On Bigotry 4/20/2015
78. Four Seasons 10/5/2011
79. Freedom In Love's Prison 11/26/2014
80. Friendship 10/6/2011
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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Obelisks

Let me remember old trails
Let me weep over lost loves
They are all the same love
But different

Let me remember old trails
Cherry trees along muddy roads
And ancient obelisks
They are now so different

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