XXXVIII

by Luis G. Dato

They tell you, dear, you are not meant for me,
That in the grand division which the fates
Have all apportioned earthly loves and hates,
We have drawn blanks — no dawn, no memory
For us. I ask: Is then the soul not free,
Man impotent and blind his lot awaits,
Beholds beyond the view of Heaven’s gates,
His bondage ordered by blind destiny?

It can’t be so, we choose ourselves the way,
Our dreams we dream, our schemes we mar or make
To turn today into a brighter day,
We suffer, strive, the consequences take,
And it is bleak December, Maytime gay,
As we our heart restrict or bid it wake.

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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