By Luis G. Dato

Being a perfect mystery,
How strange that I your gifts should claim,
You are, my friend, unknown to me
Even to the very name.

Yet in the city such things pass -­
Pure gems are oft in gutters laid,
Bright roses rise above the grass,
Or even Schubert’s serenade!

And though no words ‘twixt us be spoken,
A spell there is, a charm, a clearness,
The ice our hands have touched and broken,
What could be dearer than your nearness!

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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