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…
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
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…
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…
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,…
