A DREAM
By Luis G. Dato I dreamed that you did visit My room where, ill all day, I spent the hours weeping For you who were away. I dreamed that it was dawning, A new and difficult day, But you had…
Category POEM
“One cannot write unless one has known satiety, debauchery, and the intimacy of desire, and can remember them “in moments of tranquility.”
— Luis G. Dato, Philippines Herald Mid-week Magazine in April 6, 1932
THE DAYS OF LOVE
By Luis G. Dato Often when we are sleeping, Some happy dreams descend, Sweet things which our weeping Would wish were without end. Often in our living, Some days are sweet and seem The end of all our grieving We…
DISCOVERY
By Luis G. Dato The day is sordid that before was bright, The skies are empty, and the earth no less, Alone, the fevers of our soul unite, Deeply I breathe the perfume of your dress. The city in confusion…
IN THE VERANDAH
By Luis G. Dato It is the Angelus-hour of prayer and rest, A wind is sighing through the forest dim, The day is dying in the bowering west, When ‘neath the vines I give my heart to him. I breathe…
A DREAM OF WOMEN
By Luis G. Dato I dreamed of when when from life exiled, I ranged alone the solitude of thought, Fairy or faun, perverse, of aspect mild, She came unbid, or with much sorrow sought. Under a quiet garden, roofed with…
THE ROSE IS A MORNING BEAUTY
By Luis G. Dato The rose is a morning beauty, Which dawn gives us to kiss, Its perfume and its petals Are what earth knows of bliss. Yet, underneath such glory, Is e’er the hiding thorn, Soon joy is turned…
REVERIE
By Luis G. Dato We have lived through the seasons of laughter, Apart through a valley of tears, We have parted our ways, and then after, Have pined with pain of the years. We have dreamed of a fountain of…
REVERY
By Luis G. Dato When the slow scythe of flying fleeting Time, Shall our eyes dull and take their morning glow, At last shall cut the summer of our prime, And dark Care sit upon our furrowed brow; When the…
DAYS OF LONG AGO
By Luis G. Dato When day is dying in the western sky And all the world is red with twilight glow, Often my heart given out a painful cry, Remembering the days of long ago. Often in other days I…
AT DAWN
By Luis G. Dato At sunrise when the silent east seemed clouded, And sunless, and the dawn appeared as dead, I turned my eyes to western skies beholding Above green hills, in tints of white and red, Orange, and pale,…
THOUGH MY BRIDE SLEEPS
by Luis G. Dato Though my bride sleeps, the stars still brightly shine, And far-off seems the dawning of the day, Lost in the splendour of the hours divine, forgot Time, Death seeming far away. Still as the hour of…
LOVE’S NIGHT
by Luis G. Dato He reels in night, the empty street re-echoes Tired steps that seek a door in vain, He staggers to one side, then to the other, And o’er his coatless back falls rain. The light has parted…
