Paul Hartal
Poems of Paul Hartal
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| 41. | Flowers of Horror | 10/7/2011 |
| 42. | For Eleanor H. Porter (1868-1920) | 10/6/2011 |
| 43. | For Miklós Radnóti | 9/29/2011 |
| 44. | For Paul Celan | 2/17/2012 |
| 45. | Four Seasons | 10/5/2011 |
| 46. | Friendship | 10/6/2011 |
| 47. | From Plane to Sphere | 10/18/2011 |
| 48. | From the Secret Life of Tuesday | 10/4/2011 |
| 49. | God's Silence | 10/5/2011 |
| 50. | Grandma | 10/3/2011 |
| 51. | Haiku with T-shirt | 8/31/2012 |
| 52. | Happiness is a Shark | 10/6/2011 |
| 53. | Healthy, Wealthy and Wise | 1/23/2013 |
| 54. | Heavenly Satire | 10/9/2011 |
| 55. | Her Kiss | 10/5/2011 |
| 56. | Homage to Matsuo Basho | 10/10/2011 |
| 57. | Honor and Betrayal (Jiangsu 1937-1945) | 11/8/2011 |
| 58. | How the Revolution Started | 10/5/2011 |
| 59. | Hunger Waltz | 3/23/2013 |
| 60. | I Dream the Dreams of Shepherds | 9/29/2011 |
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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.