Paul Hartal


Paul Hartal Poems

321. Venus And Candor 9/29/2011
322. Vernacular Painting 3/14/2013
323. Viceroy And Monarch 11/8/2014
324. Voyage Around The Square Root Of Minus One 6/18/2012
325. War Memories With Acrostic 6/27/2012
326. Weeds And Hyacinths 10/1/2011
327. What Dante Told Me 12/5/2012
328. What Is Love? 12/22/2012
329. What Motivates Us? 5/11/2016
330. When Is A Painting Finished? 11/26/2011
331. When Will The Messiah Come? 10/17/2014
332. Where Do Circles Grow? 10/16/2014
333. Which Comes First? 5/4/2015
334. Whispering Forest 10/2/2011
335. White Table With Red Chairs 12/6/2015
336. Whose Life Is Worth More? 5/20/2012
337. Why Tears My Love? 10/8/2011
338. Why The Snow Melts 10/12/2012
339. Woman With Train 10/1/2011
340. Women Change, But Men Don'T? 2/23/2013
341. Wordless Promise 7/18/2016
342. You Are Not The Wind 10/5/2011
343. You Cannot Live Without The Hydrogen Bomb 8/24/2016
344. You Must Be Strong 2/23/2014
345. Zebra And Clarinet 7/22/2016
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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My Life

My life is a Corinthian acanthus leaf
On an intricately carved classic column
Enchanted pellucid palace
Silent opaque sandglass
On an amethyst shelf
Byzantine transition
From circle to sphere.

My works are gothic objects

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