Paul Hartal


Paul Hartal Poems

321. What Dante Told Me 12/5/2012
322. What Is Love? 12/22/2012
323. What Motivates Us? 5/11/2016
324. When Is A Painting Finished? 11/26/2011
325. When Will The Messiah Come? 10/17/2014
326. Where Do Circles Grow? 10/16/2014
327. Which Comes First? 5/4/2015
328. Whispering Forest 10/2/2011
329. White Table With Red Chairs 12/6/2015
330. Whose Life Is Worth More? 5/20/2012
331. Why Tears My Love? 10/8/2011
332. Why The Snow Melts 10/12/2012
333. Woman With Train 10/1/2011
334. Women Change, But Men Don'T? 2/23/2013
335. You Are Not The Wind 10/5/2011
336. You Must Be Strong 2/23/2014
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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Cesarean Section

On a sunny day of Taurus
they cut her abdomen.
With stainless scalpels
the surgeons unlatched her uterus
and out of her slashed womb,
touching with their sterile gloves
the enigma of an enclosed but remote self,
they pulled out the boy crying,
covered with blood,

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