by Luis G. Dato

‘Tis strange that I should falter in this hour,
As thus we stand in the last light of day,
Strange that my lips refuse their word to say,
As in your hands you crush a silk-blown flower.
We must forget, it is not so? forget,
Though through the long hours of night alone
With my own heart, I had not will to own
This grief of heart, and leave with no regret.

‘Tis strange that in my last hour I should still
Falter and feel alone my heart grow pale,
Forgive me and forget that I should fail,
That in this dusk my love should shake my will,
And were oblivion death, yet from me have
Farewell, for love itself bids us be brave.

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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