FROM MY WINDOW

by Luis G. Dato

Many a time, by my window, I listened
Museful of soul, by the ways of the world,
Many an hour, had a tear in me glistened
For the life love betrays there unfurled.

And after, ‘mid orchards of scented green cover,
Saw I, from my pane, the young rose in her bloom,
And I mused hot it fared the forgetful lost loves,
Whose voice at the parting so thrilled in the gloom.

Arches of orange and tall palm in flower,
Strays of the twilight that deepened in rain,
Long by my window I remembered my hour.
And nightfall of love, my beginning of pain.

Perhaps she is dead and the long night regretful,
As day itself is, with the coming of night.
As life itself is, be it loveless of fruitful,
But I gaze by my window and sigh as I write.

Luis Dato
Luis Dato

Luis G. Dato (July 4, 1906 - January 29, 1985) was a poet, writer and educator from Sta. Cruz, Baao, Camarines Sur. He published books in English including Manila A Collection of verse (1926), My Book of Verses (1936) and the Land of Mai in 1975. He also wrote several books and text in Bikol such as, Vocabulario Bikol-Ingles-Kastila (1963), Cantahon na Bikol (1969), Morfologia kan Tataramon na Bikol (serialized in Naga Times), Patotodon sa Bikol (Bikol Mail) and Sarabihon sa Bikol.

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