Paul Hartal Poems
|401.||The Seven Shortest Poems In The World||10/12/2011|
|402.||Punic Tragedy, Roman Genocide||2/10/2013|
|404.||The Paradox Of Knowledge||12/23/2017|
|405.||Science: A False Mirror||3/2/2018|
|406.||They Come In Seven Sexes||7/14/2013|
|407.||Science And Ethics||11/8/2014|
|408.||Democracy Vs. Dictatorship||11/29/2013|
|409.||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 Hsia Jung Chang
I met you only accidentally
In the cold ether of cyberspace
But perhaps it was not
A random chance event
A lordless accident
Occurring in a disheveled chaos