Paul Hartal Poems
|321.||Which Comes First?||5/4/2015|
|323.||Whose Life Is Worth More?||5/20/2012|
|324.||Why Tears My Love?||10/8/2011|
|325.||Why The Snow Melts||10/12/2012|
|326.||Woman With Train||10/1/2011|
|327.||Women Change, But Men Don'T?||2/23/2013|
|328.||You Are Not The Wind||10/5/2011|
|329.||You Must Be Strong||2/23/2014|
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 ...
Venus And Candor
Beauty is not truth
But a transient mask’s shadow
Across the foamy sky
Separated from the blue fire bird
Of a convulsive life.
In dazzling charm
Narcissus may revel