Paul Hartal

Paul Hartal Poems

81. Fate Hanged On A Hairbreadth 7/17/2012
82. Fear 9/29/2011
83. Fib With Accidental Rhyme 12/7/2012
84. Flat Earth 1/1/2018
85. Florida Vignette 5/4/2015
86. Flowers - Blumen (English And German) 1/15/2017
87. For Eleanor H. Porter (1868-1920) 10/6/2011
88. For Miklós Radnóti 9/29/2011
89. For Paul Celan 2/17/2012
90. Four Quatrains On Bigotry 4/20/2015
91. Four Seasons- Vier Jahreszeiten (English And German) 11/26/2016
92. Free Will And The Brain 8/19/2017
93. Freedom In The Prison Of Love 9/8/2017
94. Friendship 10/6/2011
95. From Plane To Sphere 10/18/2011
96. From The Secret Life Of Tuesday 10/4/2011
97. Gnarled Syllogism 12/22/2014
98. God's Silence 10/5/2011
99. Gyroscope Haiku 1/15/2017
100. Haiku About Craving For Love 11/6/2017
101. Haiku About Good Doctors 5/26/2015
102. Haiku About Sunset With Snails 12/2/2017
103. Haiku About The Best Medicine 5/4/2014
104. Haiku Manifesto 5/29/2015
105. Haiku On A Noble Goal 8/2/2015
106. Haiku On Seeing A Blue Sky 1/22/2018
107. Haiku With Black Hole And Dogs 10/10/2017
108. Haiku With Night Snow 12/20/2017
109. Haiku With Oxymoron 2/1/2014
110. Haiku With Schedule 2/21/2015
111. Haiku With Seasons 12/6/2014
112. Haiku With Snow 12/12/2016
113. Haiku With T-Shirt 8/31/2012
114. Haiku With Wall 6/7/2014
115. Happiness Is A Shark 10/6/2011
116. Has Any Truth Been Discovered? 8/9/2015
117. Healthy, Wealthy And Wise 1/23/2013
118. Heart Dynamics 10/12/2014
119. Heavenly Satire 10/9/2011
120. Her Kiss 10/5/2011

Comments about Paul Hartal

  • Shoshana Rose Shoshana Rose (12/3/2015 7:31:00 AM)

    Hi Paul!
    Yes, I am still following you! 😄

    8 person liked.
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  • Jason Brown Jason Brown (12/17/2012 7:20:00 PM)

    Your poems and the pictures - they truly inspire me. I like your take on Zeno's paradox very much - you
    capture the frustrating nature of it perfectly!

    Jason I. Brown, Professor
    Dalhousie University

  • Womenofchina Young (11/6/2012 7:30:00 PM)

    Dear Paul Hartal,
    Thanks for sharing your poem with us. Your exquisite writing has conveyed the pain and terror of the massacre in Nanjing very vividly. It was very much admired here at our office. Would it be okay for us to post your poem on our Facebook page or Twitter, attributing and linking it to you?
    We look forward to your reply.
    Best wishes,
    Jenny from

  • Simma Lieberman (11/1/2012 7:36:00 PM)

    The poems about Anne Frank, and Sobibor were almost 3 dimensional Your poetry and art is brain and heart stimulating.

  • Anat Tour (10/30/2012 7:26:00 PM)

    In the NEW HOPE INTERNATIONAL REVIEW (16/10/2006) , John Cartmel-Crossley, Fellow of the British Royal Society of Arts, writes:

    “For Paul Hartal the heart of poetry is the poetry of the heart, ” yet his oeuvre “transcends the realm of love and passion. His poetic sensibility balances dreamy emotion and discerning intellect, creative vision and insightful thought. His work is both serious and humorous, philosophical and surreal, formal and experimental.”

    “A very powerful poet, Paul Hartal inspires poets worldwide”, observes Tracy Repchuk, President of the Federation of Canadian Poets.

    About Paul Hartal’s LOVE POEMS: “Thought provoking verse”, by “an individual who evidently bridges the ‘two cultures’”, says Richard C. Levin, President of Yale University.

    On POSTMODERN LIGHT: “Renowned artist, poet and philosopher Paul Hartal consistently seeks the emotional core of the reader in his poetry”, writes Daniel Goldberg. However, in Postmodern Light: A Collection of Poetry, “his goal is transcendence — leaving behind the realms of love and passion for a whimsical and, at times, deadly serious journey through the realm of dreams and the intellect, through the spirit of creative vision and the potential for personal enlightenment” (Concordia University Magazine, Fall 2006) .

    Also an award-winning artist, the recipient of the Prix de Paris, in 1975 Paul Hartal published A MANIFESTO ON LYRICAL CONCEPTUALISM, a new element on the periodic table of art. “Lyco Art emphasizes the creative process as an interaction of emotion and intellect, where the passion of logic and the logic of passion are inexorably interwoven through the voyage of consciousness”.

    “This Canadian artist has ushered in a philosophy that proceeds with many layered viewpoints, an elaborate dialogue between paint and concept”, points out Elizabeth Exler in MANHATTAN ARTS (November-December 1992) .

    In MAZES FOR THE MIND (St. Martin’s Press) , renowned author Clifford A. Pickover writes: “Paul Hartal is an artist whose ideas, like his artwork, seem to span space and time.”

    In Hartal’s vision poetry and painting originate from the same primeval fountainhead of creativity. Forms are wordless verses and colors are sleeping poems on the artist’s palette, he says. The muses inspire and elevate by the same themes. The moon and the stars, for example, continue to enchant poets and artists alike. The cosmos fascinates him. For centuries, poets and artists portrayed the glories of the universe, depicted the wonders of distant travels. As a visionary artist of space exploration Space Week in 1994 invited Paul Hartal to exhibit his work at the Space Center in Houston.

Best Poem of Paul Hartal

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 ...

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Cesarean Section

On a sunny day of Taurus
they cut her abdomen.
With stainless scalpels
the surgeons unlatched her uterus
and out of her slashed womb,
touching with their sterile gloves
the enigma of an enclosed but remote self,
they pulled out the boy crying,
covered with blood,

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