Paul Hartal


Paul Hartal Poems

41. Black Tunnel With Light 10/25/2011
42. Blush 1/7/2014
43. By Act Of Legislation 10/4/2011
44. Camp Concerts 10/4/2011
45. Carnation Bridge With A Missed Conversation 11/10/2013
46. Carpet Bombing 3/14/2013
47. Cat And Cow 7/22/2016
48. Cesarean Section 9/29/2011
49. Change 10/4/2011
50. Chinese Magnolia 7/24/2015
51. Chitchat On Ice Cream And Love 1/26/2013
52. Colors Of Silence 10/3/2011
53. Crescent Fib 7/30/2012
54. Critics 2/18/2012
55. Dark Sky 9/30/2011
56. Death By Prescription 12/21/2013
57. Democracy Vs. Dictatorship 11/29/2013
58. Descartes' Despair 10/6/2011
59. Does History Progress? 8/2/2015
60. Does The Brain Create God? 8/25/2015
61. Don'T Read This! 8/4/2015
62. Dove Of Peace 12/12/2012
63. Dreamer Fib 3/7/2015
64. Early June Girls 10/10/2011
65. Earthrise 8/2/2015
66. Eichmann's Shock 8/2/2015
67. Einsatzgruppe General 11/29/2014
68. Endangered Species: The Moon 7/5/2012
69. Every Man Remains An Island 1/19/2013
70. Fading Chlorophyll In Maple Leaves Of Autumn 10/10/2011
71. Farewell Of A Cottonwood 7/1/2012
72. Fate Hanged On A Hairbreadth 7/17/2012
73. Fear 9/29/2011
74. Fib With Accidental Rhyme 12/7/2012
75. Florida Vignette 5/4/2015
76. Flowers Of Horror 10/7/2011
77. For Eleanor H. Porter (1868-1920) 10/6/2011
78. For Miklós Radnóti 9/29/2011
79. For Paul Celan 2/17/2012
80. Four Quatrains On Bigotry 4/20/2015
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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Wordless Promise

In its battle with October
The wriggling emerald foliage
Lost its chlorophyll.

Now
Glittering copper leaves wiggle
Wave their wrinkled wings
In the wandering wind.

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