by Luis G. Dato

And now your door is shut, your windows all,
So like your heart, closed to all pity, dear!
And I am haunted by gray memories sear
That in the night confront me and appall
To spread a gloom on my soul, like a pall,
And make all vivid and the meaning clear
Of what we mean by far, O far though near,
When a dark chasm separates the soul.

I shall not bring a knock this midnight hour,
Although how much I need you God can tell,
But light a light on paper to outpour
The thoughts of this, your pilgrim, infidel,
For love’s like music, like a blossoming flower,
It will ring in your heart a mighty hell.

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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