by Luis G. Dato

You know that Shakespeare wrote immortal verse,
A hundred sonnets fifty-four it was,
Well, I for you his record will surpass
In this attempt my faint lyre to rehearse
In flight melodious albeit not as terse.
For no dark lady but my village lass,
At whose step roses blossom from the grass
And sunshine comes from just a smile of hers.

My hundred sonnets will Italian be,
Because the syntax it makes intricate,
And if I fail him in word sculptury,
To chant in borrowed language was my fate,
And if the loss has been my victory,
The obstacles at least were far more great!

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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