"hass" poems
Following are several translations
of the 'Old Pond' poem, which may be
the most famous of all haiku:
Furuike ya
kawazu tobikomu
mizu no oto
-- Basho
Literal Translation
Fu-ru (old) i-ke (pond) ya,
ka-wa-zu (frog) to-bi-ko-mu (jumping into)
mi-zu (water) no o-to (sound)
The old pond--
a frog jumps in,
sound of water.
Translated by Robert Hass
Old pond...
a frog jumps in
water's sound.
Translated by William J. Higginson
An old silent pond...
A frog jumps into the pond,
splash! Silence again.
Translated by Harry Behn
There is the old pond!
Lo, into it jumps a frog:
hark, water's music!
Translated by John Bryan
The silent old pond
a mirror of ancient calm,
a frog-leaps-in splash.
Translated by Dion O'Donnol
old pond
frog leaping
splash
Translated by Cid Corman
Antic pond--
frantic frog jumps in--
gigantic sound.
Translated by Bernard Lionel Einbond
MAFIA HIT MAN POET: NOTE FOUND PINNED TO LAPEL
OF DROWNED VICTIM'S DOUBLE-BREASTED SUIT!!!
'Dere wasa dis frogg
Gone jumpa offa da logg
Now he inna bogg.'
-- Anonymous
Translated by George M. Young, Jr.
Old pond
leap -- splash
a frog.
Translated by Lucien Stryck
The old pond,
A frog jumps in:.
Plop!
Translated by Allan Watts
The old pond, yes, and
A frog is jumping into
The water, and splash.
Translated by G.S. Fraser
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mai sukhi daali ka ek murjhaya hua bela hu
par ye sach hai udash hu aaj mai, bahut akela hu
ye alag baat hai ki mai jutha bahut hu
haa par sach batau mai tuta bahut hu
aaj tak maine sapne sanjoya bahut hai
sach batau to akele me roya bahut hai
iss rangeen dunia me pyar ke naam bahut hai
par sach batau to aaj pyar badnaam bahut hai
jo ek adhura khwab tune inn ankho me diye the
par sach batau to gum bhi sirf tune hi diye the
ye alag baat hai ki mujhe pyar ki samajh naa thi
par sach batau to tumhe pyar ki parakh nahi thi
ye alag baat hai, maine hass ke bhulaya bahut hai
par sach batau to mere apno ne hi iss dil ko dukhaya bahut hai
iss dil ko dukhaya bahut hai....
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 11:17 AM UTC
The history of my stupidity would fill many volumes.
Some would be devoted to acting against consciousness,
Like the flight of a moth which, had it known,
Would have tended nevertheless toward the candle's flame.
Others would deal with ways to silence anxiety,
The little whisper which, though it is a warning, is ignored.
I would deal separately with satisfaction and pride,
The time when I was among their adherents
Who strut victoriously, unsuspecting.
But all of them would have one subject, desire,
If only my own -- but no, not at all; alas,
I was driven because I wanted to be like others.
I was afraid of what was wild and indecent in me.
The history of my stupidity will not be written.
For one thing, it's late. And the truth is laborious.
Berkeley, 1980.
Trans. Robert Hass and Robert Pinsky
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Succulent, meaty, ribs falling off the bone and drenched in a velvety, thick, sauce.
“Check please.”
Tender chunks of lobster tail bathed in sweet, drawn, butter.
“Thank you. That will be all.
Heavy, cream-coated, strands of fettuccine accompanied by fresh peas, Speck, and shaved Parmesan.
“I wish I could stay but I can’t.”
Filet. Rare. A veil of Roquefort and sautéed wild mushrooms in a Sauternes reduction.
“It's just not the right time.”
Perfectly seasoned carne asada with a creamy roasted poblano sauce, queso fresco and the cool, half-mooned, sultry innards of a Hass avocado.
“I'll call you tomorrow”
A decadent Kobe burger blanketed in cheeses, caramelized onions, crisp bacon, and a cap of unctuous foie grois.
“But thank you for everything.”
Peanut butter and jelly on white bread.
And you would have me forever.
Jul 17, 2011
Jul 17, 2011 at 4:42 PM UTC
Jeg skyller kold kaffe ned
For samfundsnyltere er der nok af
Og jeg tager gerne
Beholder gerne
Alt hvad i kan gi
Så jeg kan ryge en ekstra joint
Sniffe en til bane
"hey drenger prøv nu lige at hør her
hjælper i mig ik lige med at finde blodåren
for jeg skal sgu sniff' en bane hass"
i kan alle få en finger
Stukket op
For jeg tager gerne
Beholder gerne
Alt hvad jeg kan TAGE
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 6:38 AM UTC
I feel like I am in under my head
I am no longer in the black I am in the red
I don't know how to feel about this
All I can do is write and list
The next thing for me to do
I just remember that I love you.
When I remember all that I have been through
And then go and compare it to you
It makes me realise my life hass been easy
And all it does is make me sound breezy
I counted all the pain I closed behind doors
And its doesnt compare against yours
~AlphaX
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 6:27 PM UTC
Ein bisschen Wein und Bier
und schon sind wir weg hier
Flasche im Rucksack stecken
wird schwer sein uns morgen zu wecken
keine Gedanken an den Tag danach verschwenden
du wirst sehen, morgen geht es und blendend
Sitzen einfach nur da und reden
ich weis es ist nicht was für jeden
doch können sagen was wir denken
sind uns gegenseitig vertrauen am schenken
Spielt keine Rolle ob gut oder schlecht
denn es ist echt
kennen uns seit ner Ewigkeit
daher auch dir Vertrauenswürdigkeit
Weis auf dich ist immer Verlass
nie ein Grund zum hass
Gott was haben wir nicht alles zusammen gemacht ?
im Matsch gespielt und gelacht
Kerle kennengelernt
darüber geredet wie es unser Herz erwärmt
Gemeinsam diskutiert
Momente erlebt in denen man sich verliert
uns aufgefangen
und dann gemeinsam weitergegangen
Egal wer, wo oder wann
gegen uns kommt man nicht einfach so an
Könnte mir nicht vorstellen wie es ohne dich wäre
bin mir aber sicher es würde mein Leben erschwer'n
All die Erinnerung die Wir teilen
sind Dinge die unsere Wunden heilen
Zeigen uns wir sind nie allein
werden immer zusammen sein
Freu mich auf jedes treffen erneut
ich weis das es dich genauso freut
Dec 12, 2017
Dec 12, 2017 at 3:11 AM UTC
~for Rachel~
You don’t know what it means to feel my sense of absence. You don’t know what it
means to have this phantom cavity. You don’t know what it’s like to walk around with synthetic rubber pushing against where my left breast used to be.
You don’t stand in the closet looking at old bras. You don’t remember the orange one that you managed to bend the hook on. You don’t remember repairing it with a pair of needle-nose pliers while your reading glasses slipped down your face.
You never read the Hass poem, the one with the dead bees. You never guessed, but sending it to you was my way of saying goodbye, It was my way of telling you how your claws felt on my chest.
Dec 27, 2010
Dec 27, 2010 at 5:12 PM UTC
One time, Monopoly got ******
Of all the board games, not the one you’d expect to get x rated
Hungry Hippos seems more ******
Or holdem, or Don’t Wake Daddy
Although that one would be pretty ****** up
But anything’s ****** when you have a woman like that as admin
She’ll turn morning cartoons into a pornhub episode
She hass a vendetta against the boring normal
The color of her hair matched the fire in her eyes
The curves of her hips matched the fury that moved them
As ruthless as she was beautiful
Yet her armor was breaking, I could see many dents and cracks
But she brushed it off, and just looked at me with a sinister face
Her fingers danced across the board
Her body moved to the music in the background
She’d lick her fingers before grabbing a card
Everything she did was planned
She knew I was watching
I knew she was in control
She’d lean over the table to expose beneath her shirt
And if her piece, ended up near my end of the board?
The torture began
And she started dancing around my mind
Her *** was center stage
Her body filled with my fantasies
I was her leftover toy
And she loved treating me like a board game
Something to toss around for fun
Her sinister intentions made my face red
I was an experiment that she treated like pre funding
I was not a person, I was a subject
Her target, her new trophie
She was clearly into abuse
I don’t judge fantasies, but dayum
I melted in her hand
She turned it up to eleven
I stopped paying attention to the game
And she started winning
“I own that property, now you owe me something…”
I look at her dumbfounded
Her leg brushes mine, and she reveals a ***** little secret
Something she’s not wearing underneath
I hear her mom doing dishes in the kitchen
I look at her with doubt
She smiles like a movie villain
And bites her tongue with evil excitement
She dances on my tongue like champagne bubbles
Her fingers dance like a spider across my leg
And it doesn’t even creep me out
She uses her tongue like a toothbrush
She grabs me so hard I lose my breath
Forces my hands onto her
I hear her mother’s footsteps
“You can’t be serious…” I whisper
“It’s more fun this way” she giggles gleefully
She pulls away just as her mother enters the room
She tells her mom we have to leave for a study group
We leave the game unfinished
She grabs the stick shift with her hand, and my ear with her teeth
She whispers, “Let’s get crazy tonight…”
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 5:30 PM UTC
My voice has often been silent
My voice hass been so
Quiet.
Shhhh
Shhh
Sh
S
.
I was taught to stay silent, disreguard all anger
But one day i was caught
I spoke out.
I was going to tear the barriers he made down.
When i spoke
Only one stood.
But that person made me feel so good.
I found the gift to lead.
I planted a seed.
And now,
My empowerment is growing
sprouting
&
Im getting older.
Im seeing the world for what it truely is.
It is not the painted picture i had been lead to believe it was, no.
It is a dark place.
No face to trust.
which is why
I want to change this place.
It starts with one,
One who marches to the beat of his own drum,
His own heart
MY VOICE
Will grow
L
LO
LOU
LOUD
LOUDE
LOUDER
Until the world either falls or stands
But i want to fix things.
End police brutality.
End racism
End slavery
End sexism
End hunger
And i know im not the only one for change.
You...YOU!
You have just as much power as i do.
We are limited only by our cell,
With the key in our pocket.
The door is wide open
The time is now,
But will you choose to walk through it?
The world needs you.
The world needs me.
Because we are lost.
And though we may not be wandering,
There always is a path.
And my voice is leading me
Where's yours?
Where is the hero in you?
Where is that soul that burns with passion
i dont have one
Bull ****
There is something in all of us!
We need to be awoken.
And if my voice is the one to wake us up
so be it
Lets fight
What this world
has deprived us of
Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 9:09 PM UTC
Das Land verbreitet Hass Tiraden,
Jetzt ist der Zeitpunkt, stellt euch auf die Barrikaden
kämpft für euer Glück
ihr bekommt es nicht einfach so zurück...
Es ist klar das es nicht einfach wird!
Habt keine Angst und zeigt euren Mut, tut nicht so als ob ihr nichts hört
ansonsten sehen wir alle Blut
wenn ihr jetzt nichts tut,
schürt ihr nur weiter die Glut...
Die Welt ist eins
Donald Trump nicht nur deins!
Ist Freiheit nichts wert ?
Ist das der Grund warum jeder weiter fährt ?
Wollen wir uns wirklich selbst zerstören?
Es ist an der Zeit zuzuhören!
Wie konnten wir es nur soweit kommen lassen ?
Wir haben doch keinen Grund zum hassen...
Nach all den Jahren nichts gelernt aus unseren Fehlern
die Friedhöfe werden voll sein mit Gräbern...
Macht und Gier, das ist es worum es geht
eigentlich verwunderlich das sich die Welt noch dreht
es gibt genug Grausamkeit auf dieser Erde,
der Grund warum ich nicht aufgeben werde.
Denkt nach was wir erreichen können wenn wir frei von Vorurteilen sind
Freiheit zu spüren klingt unglaublich, wie das Wunder von Kind
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 3:32 AM UTC
In meinem Kopf, da haust ein Tier.
Ist schleimig und eklig, ist schrecklich und groß.
Fremde Augen tief in mir
Stelln mich vor mir selber bloß.
Will ich es lieben, hass ich es doch.
Bleibt es mir fern muss ich es suchen,
Und kommt es zu mir, dann lass ich es los,
Um es zärtlich zu verfluchen.
Ich will mich vor der Welt verstecken.
Will, dass niemand sieht und schaut,
Wie ich in meinen tiefsten Ecken
Mein Monster hab aus Angst gebaut.
Treten, schneiden, Ketten legen.
Hin und wieder brüllts in Wut.
Wills nicht lieben, wills nicht pflegen.
Geilt sich auf an meinem Blut.
Ich halt es fest und nochmal fester,
Dann stöhnt und schreits soviel es kann.
Mein einz´ger Freund, mein bester.
Es stöhnt und schreit in Stille dann.
Dec 14, 2024
Dec 14, 2024 at 7:16 PM UTC
She sailed away on a hush of snow
Her breath a wisp in winter's palm,
The stars bowed low to kiss her brow,
and time forgot its ticking psalm
I called her name in fields of hass
where shadow bloom and daylight pass
and silence grew like mourning grass
each whisper stitched in clouds stare
each echo trapped in evening air
a velvet cry through lightning flare
She lies in stars my astral love
where comets trail her sleeping dove
while I a mariner down
still drown in dreams where she won't drown
why did you walk the hush of death?
The world still turns, I've got no breath
So let the sea take back its tide
for though the sun forgets to hide
my soul will sail with her for sure
let roses bleed along the shore.
Apr 23, 2025
Apr 23, 2025 at 4:44 PM UTC