Paul Hartal


Paul Hartal Poems

121. Love At First Sight 9/7/2014
122. Love Is Like A Painting 8/27/2014
123. Love Knows Not 'Why? ' 10/28/2011
124. Love Never Dies 11/17/2011
125. Loveless Love 12/18/2014
126. Magic Stairs 5/9/2014
127. Marriage Vows 6/12/2015
128. Massacre In Nanjing 9/24/2012
129. Meaning And Eternity 10/5/2011
130. Medals 10/12/2011
131. Medical Statistics 11/10/2011
132. Medicine's Malady 11/1/2015
133. Meditation In Nineteen Words 1/30/2013
134. Meeting In Belsen 10/3/2011
135. Modigliani Nude In Haiku 8/6/2014
136. Moment In Frame 10/6/2011
137. Money And Love 11/12/2011
138. Mother Of Success 8/2/2015
139. My Life 9/29/2011
140. Mystery Of The Immovable Car 12/17/2012
141. Nephron And Tulip 12/13/2014
142. Never Say Never 6/7/2015
143. Nevertheless 4/1/2015
144. Nine Views Of The Huangshan 12/20/2014
145. No Rhyme, But Reason 3/18/2013
146. No Secret: The Rwandan Genocide 10/3/2011
147. Now? 10/18/2011
148. Nurse In Evergreen Of Absence 10/22/2011
149. Obelisks 9/29/2011
150. Ode To Irena Sendler 6/1/2012
151. Oh, Poet 5/20/2012
152. Oh, The Zebras Keep Coming 4/12/2015
153. On The Killing Fields 10/6/2011
154. Once Upon An August Dreamy 12/5/2011
155. Only One Love 10/6/2011
156. Ontological Verse 5/17/2014
157. Oranges And Grapes 4/28/2013
158. Organic Poem 9/30/2011
159. Painting For Hitler 10/3/2011
160. Palindromic Flight 10/24/2011
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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