Paul Hartal Poems

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,
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Boy, you are different:
You are hairy and tiny but have six legs and five eyes.
And wow, your four wings move at thousands of times
per minute. I wish I could sense how you see the world?
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Two jolly, playful balls
march on an unbidden road;
enjoy a happy episode
until the night falls.
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The world has changed
Because you left it
I feel your presence
But where are you now?
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On a sunny day of Taurus
they cut her abdomen.
With stainless scalpels
the surgeons unlatched her uterus
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On a January day
It occurred to me
It is neither
A coincidence,
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The ghosts of history haunt the Balkans.
Ancient passions, unbending hatreds
turmoil the region.
Painful tragedies of the past
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