by Luis G. Dato

Ah, call it foolishness, a dotard’s whim,
Some lunar fancy of one getting old,
Deem it base metal and not burnished gold,
Or paroxysm of the mind grown dim.
True, ‘tis beyond our depth, well past the rim
Of what men prudence call, for it is bold
Though natural to love what you behold,
And eyes stop not with sight. Look then at him

As no more fool than others, rather give
Some due allowance, for in many things,
‘Tis best be open, and to live, let live.
What’s sin? what’s virtue? Hope eternal springs,
And Jesus Magdalene could still forgive,
And Sarah, sinner, gave Judea kings.

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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