by Luis G. Dato

The cemetery is the house of death,
By reeds surrounded and rank growth of grass,
What dreary thoughts assail us as we pass,
Unwanted come, like phantom Death, by stealth,
Ephemeral on earth we drew our breath,
And vain our worldly treasures we amass,
Death’s power no king or sultan may surpass,
Nor pride of beauty, vaunt of wisdom, wealth.

And yet the cemetery tells of faith,
Some spark of life immortal it bestows,
The heart to cheer, rob death of its dismay,
A halo shines around each somber wreath,
Above the tombs still fragrant blooms the rose,
Beyond Death’s night glows the eternal day

Nirvie Rica Amandy Padrigon

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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