Paul Hartal Poems

Britain fought for her life.
Hitler’s armies prepared
For an invasion of England.
Savage air battles took place
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It is hard to resist
The thought,
Though not with alacrity
It is wrought,
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High in the black sky
Like a bright moving red star
A lonely airplane ploughs the night
A blinking rhyme of ruby light
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I take the train
I board the plane
I ride the train
I fly the plane
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Stands still the foliage
In full colors of October
Upon the slopes of Mount Royal
And white seagulls hover
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Probing the stars and the cosmos
With science, poetry and art
We expand constantly further and farther,
Exploring the shores of the unplumbed.
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I often heard
that while the sciences concern themselves
with objective truths
the arts deal with subjective phenomena.
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Many years ago
I built a triumphal arch.

At first
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‘Poems are like cathedrals', she said.
‘They are constructed from bricks made
of words. And similarly to great poems,
a building does not become a cathedral
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