XXXVI CHIAROSCURO AT DAWN

by Luis G. Dato

I love the chiaroscuro of the dawn,
When day lies hushed as in some catacomb
Without its gold, the night without its gloom;
On the horizon, each a smoking cone,
Loom the dark hills, and clouds, no tint nor tone,
As by some artist painted, earth to whom
Vast canvas were in some tremendous room
Whereon to daub the infinite alone.

Earth speaks more truly in the quiet rain
At dawn when the horizon blurs beyond,
Whence soon the day-springs of the light must start,
We see how life is neither joy nor pain,
Sunshine or darkness, nor death our bane or bond,
Nor grief nor love the orbits of the 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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