Morning

By Luis G. Dato

The morn beams my unseeing eyes caress,
And, sudden, like some olden sorcery,
Blind pupils open, filmy folds fall by,
And now I see what I could only guess,
The tumbled blossoms and a wilderness
And disarray arrest the wakened eye,
Here, here indeed must mortal beauty lie,
Earth’s loveliness, to heaven’s only less.

Asway on zephyrs, greening boughs careen,
A wet leaf falls, a fresh one blossoms forth,
Now shiver with unseen delight the green
Fresh copses of acacia, while the earth
Shines green and yellow-red, and in between,
Rose-pointed blossoms open to new birth.

Philippine Magazine, 1929

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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