I.
I dream of you walking at night along the streams
of the country of my birth, warm blooms and the nightsongs
of birds opening around you as you walk.
You are holding in your body the dark seed of my sleep.
II.
This comes after silence. Was it something I said
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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
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Well I have and in fact
more than one and I'll
tell you this too
I wrote one against
Algeria that nightmare
and another against
Korea and another
against the one
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A nasty surprise in a sandwich,
A drawing-pin caught in your sock,
The limpest of shakes from a hand which
You'd thought would be firm as a rock,
A serious mistake in a nightie,
A grave disappointment all round
Is all that you'll get from th'Almighty,
Is all that you'll get underground.
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The ocean behind
Seems to speak a lot of things;
We can't understand.
A poem
is often
an item
of the imagination
Mother, for you, these lines I pen,
Oh, dear, my first love, now and then.
Mother, you know me, inseparable we,
And thus, I share what the world should see.
For you gave me life, a gift untold,
Gold and silver may never hold.
You nourish me, a treasure true,
Finest gold can't compare to you.
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With sounds deafening of trumpet blowing
About the church and rockets exploding
Like thunder claps when it is raining
The sky above is lit with stars splitting
Making a splinter spring like rain falling,
A new Year is birthed into pure light.
And the elements, a prophecy, sight
About the new born bouncing baby Year.
Say you whatever the prophecy say,
And you are right if said with firm belief.
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In shadows of intelligence, a young man stood,
His mind ablaze, his spirit pure and good.
A brilliant flame, a flicker of creativity,
But society's pressure whispered for conformity.
With dreams of literature and arts so fine,
He yearned to let his creativity truly shine.
But the world, in its wisdom, had other plans,
Forcing the young man into law's demanding hands.
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Choices fall on chances,
Scratched hard on inner voices.
The, that proposes sacred lotuses,
In contentment, poised as rejoices,
Profoundly, altered the straits of moises,
And lavished, with own choicest decisions.
Of no imperialistic befitting,
The Mannered in contemptuous setting,
Mystifying, the paddles of uplifted sailing,
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