XCIV
by Luis G. Dato How bright yon star gleams o’er the coco palms, All other stars of evening to outshine, Illumining this sorrowful life of mine, Where love receives not for its pains and alms. Fair evening in the starlight…
Luis G. Dato
Filipino Poet, Writer and Educator
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.
XCIII
by Luis G. Dato Then let us now our love, dear, consummate And reap our roses while they are in bloom, Soon, ere we know it, we shall each make room For others and for us it will be late,…
XCII
by Luis G. Dato My love, my love, the evening hills grow dark, And the lush fields lie quiet in the night, Up in the sky there is no sudden flight Or song of nightingale or the blithe lark, To…
XCI
by Luis G. Dato I tread the stones you tread each day to school, Now when the road impassable has been To trucks that ply the town and coast between, Dotted with rut and furrow, stagnant pool. And I can…
XC
by Luis G. Dato O rain, dear rain, ‘tis falling everywhere, Or so it seems, on field and hill and sea, The sky’s forbidding far as eye could see, The earth is sombre that erstwhile was fair, The hills that…
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…
LXXXVIII
by Luis G. Dato Above the palms I see now no bright star To flood the vale with tremulous, affable light, With the white moon to turn to day the night, Earth’s dark paths to illumine from afar. The goddess…
LXXXVII
by Luis G. Dato But how will I deprived of you, e’er see Fulfilled the promise of your Paradise? When will the wonder of your dark, bright eyes With tenderness and splendour look on me? When will the rapture and…
LXXXVI
by Luis G. Dato O let it be as your heart shall desire. No words between us, not the barest sign Of your kind love, the sweetest, most divine That puts upon my breast a sword of fire And wings…
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…
