THE ROADS AT NIGHT

By Luis G. Dato

A cruelty and tumult fill the cities,
They roar with gasping breath,
And thunder beats upon the pavement,
Thunder that came from death.

The stranger’s heart at even-tide is lonely,
But weary must he roam,
As down the desert-lands of treason,
Faith roams in quest of home.

Love is a weary, sad-eyed stranger, singing,
In the cruel lanes of art,
A weariness in quest of its woman,
A youth in search of its heart.

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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