Paul Hartal Poems

Her photo stares at me dreamy and melancholic
Like golden October leaves against a cloudy sky.
She bends gently her oval head towards her right shoulder
That carries the anguished burden of the world.
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Dressed in luxuriant yellow
You can find her everywhere.
She crops up in green meadows
And well-manicured lawns
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Since God does not exist,
He could not create the world,
Said the atheist.
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Happiness is a shark,
Swimming in the deep
Dimension of the dark
Drifting duffel of sleep.
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Did
God
Create
The brain, or
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Beyond our cosmos, science suggests,
there exist an infinite number of parallel universes.
In all of these universes matter subsists
as conglomerates of corresponding ghosts.
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The other day I had a conversation with a friend
who believes that emotions are irrational sorties,
the enemies of clear thinking and reason.
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Are circles real?
Don't be silly, sings a chorus,
of course they are. Circles on a sunny Monday
are as real as on a rainy Tuesday.
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The Messiah will come, says Kafka,
only when he is no longer necessary.

But others say he might arrive
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I attended once a lecture
Of a distinguished scholar
Who posed this question:
“When there is no reason to be good,
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