Paul Hartal Poems

Her name was Anna,
Anna from the Savanna.

She wished to be
...

She looked at the canvas
with a perplexed countenance on her face.
"I'm sorry", she said,
"but I don't understand your painting."
...

What was the first poem ever created?
Now either in rain or in snow,
the answer to this no record can show
and so we probably will never know.
...

It was around nine o'clock
in the morning when he noticed
that his shadow faded away and vanished.
...

A light vernal wind swept through the evening street.
They sat on the balcony drinking coffee.

"The conscious experience", he said, "the sense of self
...

Yellow roses swing in the wind
Lonely dogs bark but the wolves prevail
The violin strings snap, protesting
The aloofly silent mind of the nail.
...

Music mediates between Heaven and Earth.
It connects the spiritual realm with the mundane world.
But not all music is the same.
And Bartók's bounteous compositions are particularly unique,
...