LXXXIV
by Luis G. Dato And now I meet you coming from the church — What sudden change, what difference in mien From the last time that you my eyes had seen! How cruelly you leave me in the lurch, How…
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.
LXXXIII
by Luis G. Dato Like Magdalene, that lovely, mundane heart who sinned, yet in her sinful heart had room, In all her sin and orgy worth her doom, For Jesus from whose feet she did not part. To her, a…
LXXXII
by Luis G. Dato The church bells ring, we must our prayers say, And go to mass to cleanse our thoughts impure, Awake and dress, implore Him for a cure, The magic sign that Satan keeps away. Let us with…
LXXXI
by Luis G. Dato Come, dear, the bells have rung for early mass, And now awake, for you’ll perhaps be late, Too long a time to dress I cannot wait, The altar’s lighted, golden minutes pass. The old and young,…
LXXX
by Luis G. Dato Your windows closed and silent say you sleep, Your pillows warm with kisses that to have Were sheerest Heaven to your hapless slave, A harvest with all ecstasy to reap. Or treasure in remembrance e’er to…
LXXIX
by Luis G. Dato Come, dear, the bells have rung for early mass, And now awake, for you’ll perhaps be late, Too long a time to dress I cannot wait, The altar’s lighted, golden minutes pass. The old and young,…
LXXX
by Luis G. Dato Your windows closed and silent say you sleep, Your pillows warm with kisses that to have Were sheerest Heaven to your hapless slave, A harvest with all ecstasy to reap. Or treasure in remembrance e’er to…
LXXIX
by Luis G. Dato Awake, my sweet, the silver moonlight laves Your window shut, like you, in placid dreams, Through clouds of gray the new moon’s radiant beams Shed eerie light on church, rice fields and graves, And houses all,…
LXXVIII
by Luis G. Dato And now your windows close, ‘tis time to sleep. Upon your pillow now to lay your head, Perhaps some prayer ere you go to bed, And then to dreams and slumber sound and deep. But with…
LXXVII
by Luis G. Dato If only when your lights go out, I were With you a moment ‘neath one roof, dear one, With you so near to hold my very own, Our breast to God of all pretenses bare! Then…
