Paul Hartal Poems
|401.||The Seven Shortest Poems In The World||10/12/2011|
|402.||Punic Tragedy, Roman Genocide||2/10/2013|
|404.||Electrons Are Alive -new-||2/9/2018|
|405.||The Paradox Of Knowledge||12/23/2017|
|406.||They Come In Seven Sexes||7/14/2013|
|407.||Democracy Vs. Dictatorship||11/29/2013|
|408.||Oranges And Grapes||4/28/2013|
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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 ...
For Miklós Radnóti
Your verse is so magical,
Written so well,
I still adore its music
And drink from its well.
After the war your town
Gave my grammar school
The honour of your name,
Yet history is cruel
It ignored your fame.