Paul Hartal


Paul Hartal Poems

81. From Plane To Sphere 10/18/2011
82. From The Secret Life Of Tuesday 10/4/2011
83. Gnarled Syllogism 12/22/2014
84. God's Silence 10/5/2011
85. Grandma 10/3/2011
86. Guggenheim 3/27/2014
87. Haiku About Good Doctors 5/26/2015
88. Haiku About The Best Medicine 5/4/2014
89. Haiku Manifesto 5/29/2015
90. Haiku On A Noble Goal 8/2/2015
91. Haiku With Oxymoron 2/1/2014
92. Haiku With Schedule 2/21/2015
93. Haiku With Seasons 12/6/2014
94. Haiku With T-Shirt 8/31/2012
95. Haiku With Wall 6/7/2014
96. Happiness Is A Shark 10/6/2011
97. Has Any Truth Been Discovered? 8/9/2015
98. Healthy, Wealthy And Wise 1/23/2013
99. Heart Dynamics 10/12/2014
100. Heavenly Satire 10/9/2011
101. Her Kiss 10/5/2011
102. Hitler: A Life Immersed In Hypocrisy 12/24/2014
103. Homage To Matsuo Basho 10/10/2011
104. Honor And Betrayal (Jiangsu 1937-1945) 11/8/2011
105. How Long Is An Hour? 3/4/2015
106. How The Revolution Started 10/5/2011
107. Hunger Waltz 3/23/2013
108. I Dream The Dreams Of Shepherds 9/29/2011
109. I'M Your Planet 10/10/2011
110. Immortality 10/1/2011
111. In The Park 10/13/2011
112. Jazz Doctor: Milford Graves 7/21/2012
113. Justice And Violence 10/11/2014
114. Khmer Rouge Atrocities 10/10/2011
115. Light At The Kernel Of Darkness 12/28/2012
116. Like Old Wine 9/30/2011
117. Lilac Blouse 10/4/2011
118. Listen Darling 10/6/2011
119. Little-Known Death Factory 8/26/2012
120. Lost Love's Distance 10/8/2011
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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Venus And Candor

Beauty is not truth
But a transient mask’s shadow
Across the foamy sky
Opaque flight
Separated from the blue fire bird
Of a convulsive life.

In dazzling charm
Narcissus may revel

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