LXXXV

by Luis G. Dato

But why the mien indifferent, the frost
That chills the observant eye first hour of day.
That takes you and your thoughts so far away
Into the land, the bourne of memories lost?
In then the price forbidding, high the cost,
Beyond my power, what I do or say
Your mind nor yet your will can’t hope to sway,
In other words, must love give up the ghost?

Now to a barren, desolate land I go,
No compass fixed to steer my courses by,
Thence to the end I have not write to know,
By what strange stream, beneath what unknown sky —
To think one sullen word has wrought this so,
Your silence and the cold glint of your eye!

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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