by Luis G. Dato

I will not cry at parting for my pain,
Though henceforth through the endless days alone
I whom you taught so shall not call my own
Your love nor turn back to your paths again;
I shall not weep above my cup of wine
With bitterness on going though ’tis night,
Nor though I loved you, deem it now not right
That others love you whom I loved as mine.

The leaves blow down upon the empty street,
Like ghosts of loves no word of man may tell,
Lay here the mark where once to meet was sweet,
Where ill-starred loves up-bounding flower fell,
The wind and leaves are presage of farewell,
So then forget, since to forget is meet.

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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