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“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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I ride beside you in the jolting bus, And at the contact of your arm, your hand, Exhilaration surge beyond command And sweep o’er me, between the two of us, Above the hiss of traffic and the fuss O’er fare…

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by Luis G. Dato In the hot sun, the low, damp fields exude A warmth, a sultriness presaging rain. The wind no breath of life gives to the plain And the still branches of the somnolent wood, Earth’s a tremendous…

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by Luis G. Dato How far into the matter have you gone, O dear, in the rapport to have with God? What thoughts crept of the ultimate abode, In your quiet moments in the night alone, What light of hope…

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by Luis G. Dato Last night to a kinswoman’s wake we went – The house threw o’er the street a garish glare, And as we climbed the lighted, well-worn stair I mused on life and death, what they all meant;…

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by Luis G. Dato The cemetery is the house of death, By reeds surrounded and rank growth of grass, What dreary thoughts assail us as we pass, Unwanted come, like phantom Death, by stealth, Ephemeral on earth we drew our…

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