CXVIII

by Luis G. Dato

The end, the end, my dear, it is the end,
For all unwitting the glad days shall roll,
No less than the sad ones, to blight the soul
That sees how all to nothingness portend,
And thus no power of earth and sky can bend
Fate from its will nor change for aye the scroll
The archangel wrote at sword’s point since the Fall —
The best, the fairest will to đust descend!

And so, my dear, what then for us to do,
While this the happy world of flowers we tread,
If not to get from life what is life’s due,
Ere the bell tolling say that we are dead?
Sooner or later, earth we’ll bid adieu,
Our bodies corpses on which worms have fed.

— November 21, 1965

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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