by Luis G. Dato

Ailing and feverish, I’ve come to you,
Deeming that if my fate it be to die,
All ministered by folk that we both knew.
Did I perhaps come here to bid
And send to you my ultimate earthly cry?
If so, if fate wills it, I well know why
My last subconscious thought would be for you.

For now, to tell you, dear, is there yet need,
How much, how deeply you have wrought my fate?
And how, without you life is meaningless?
O pity not that this my heart should bleed
On its last way, in vain and futile wait,
If love’s not love, death would be kind caress!

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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