LXXXIX

by Luis G. Dato

And now the rain — from Heaven silver spears
Incessant fall the sad earth to subdue,
The silent hills and mountains hide from view,
In the horizon not one ray appears.
Oppressive mien of mourning Nature wears,
And then subconsciously I think of you,
Long from me hidden since you bade adieu —
So also, like me, skies are shedding tears!

O lift, disperse this tyranny of rain,
Let earth regain the light it lost meanwhile,
Take from the doleful soul its nameless pain,
And, like the sun, o dear, give me your smile,
Each stab of rain my anguish wakes again,
But you come not my sorrows to beguile.

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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