Category SONNET

“Poetry lives on love, and love is nothing but the worship of woman.”

Luis G. Dato, Philippines Herald Mid-week Magazine, April 6, 1932

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CALVARY

by Luis G. Dato When bruised with pain, my soul would agitate And hearken mandates from unholy power, To find my self in the unhallowed hour Faithless, and Satan whispers at the gate; When I surrender to the voice of…

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DELIRIUM by Luis Dato

DELIRIUM

By Luis G. Dato In this state of the mind when the least sound perplexes, And the faintest light shadow the spirit depresses, When the pen, hesitating, conjectures and guesses On the scheme enigmatic of mortals and sexes;When the twilight…

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PAGAN PASSION

By Luis G. Dato I am sweetly perplexed by love sallies, releases, By the countless retreats and the numberless captures, By the petulant coldness and agreeable raptures, By the whisper of phrases that hurts and then pleases, I am drunk…

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MANILA BAY

By Luis G. Dato I sit upon the white rocks by the bay, Against whose hollows numberless, the waves Will splash forevermore. The sunset laves The deep with light. There rises far away A mountain that has seemingly defied The…

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SONNET

By Luis G. Dato Our days in swift succession bid us on To these unchartered, desolate domains, Where over deserts strewn with the remains Of unreturning caravans long gone, We follow trails that, winding, go astray Into the dull horizon.…

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THE IMPOSSIBLE

By Luis G. Dato Against the time I did prepare my heart When blind no longer to the heard reality, The veil must fall from dream and revery, And mine no more, your ways and mine must part; I sought…

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SONNET by Luis Dato

SONNET

By Luis G. Dato Whyfore must minstrels unattended sing, And warble songs but little understood? The shy doves coo their music to the wood And wild, as soon the answering echoes ring; Perfumed flowers impetuously will fling Such exhalations like…

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