Paul Hartal Poems

Her name was Anna,
Anna from the Savanna.

She wished to be
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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.
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It was around nine o'clock
in the morning when he noticed
that his shadow faded away and vanished.
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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
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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.
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Once upon a time a pessimist and an optimist
had a profound discussion. And at the end
of their conversation, the pessimist left
cheerfully whistling and filled with rosy hope;
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