
III
by Luis G. Dato Blushing with youthfulness, again my muse, After long absence turns to me her smiles, Her hair unbinding, beckons and beguiles, To the soul’s dream and lyre in long disuse; And as she comes my waking soul…
“Poetry lives on love, and love is nothing but the worship of woman.”
Luis G. Dato, Philippines Herald Mid-week Magazine, April 6, 1932
by Luis G. Dato Blushing with youthfulness, again my muse, After long absence turns to me her smiles, Her hair unbinding, beckons and beguiles, To the soul’s dream and lyre in long disuse; And as she comes my waking soul…
by Luis G. Dato Often I strolled a fairyland which hours With books of rhyme have summoned to my mind, Often I roamed the region unconfined Of dreams and wandered its strange woods bowers, ‘Mid hills I strayed where the…
by Luis G. Dato O memory of golden times gone by, The dear remembrance of the days now past, The halcyon hours that were too sweet to last, That even now they haunt the memory. Dear days of youth, part…
by Luis G. Dato I walk behind you in the cobbled street, The pungent odor of your scented hair With orange blossoms mingle in the air, Rare, rich admixture and solution sweet. Did I say walk? O no! for not…
by Luis G. Dato Then come with me into the fragrant fields, Green grass and meadows in this month of May, Come let us in the happy springtime stray And know what stream or pleasant fountain yields. Come, let us…
by Luis G. Dato O closed dark windows of the home so dear, So far away though just across the street, Your room dim-lighted, callous to the beat, The tempest of the heart that cannot hear Your song, nor see…
by Luis G. Dato And now your door is shut, your windows all, So like your heart, closed to all pity, dear! And I am haunted by gray memories sear That in the night confront me and appall To spread…
by Luis G. Dato I see your open door in the warm day And windows, too, where the breeze scuffles through The bougainvillea, and I know that youAre in, alone perhaps with thoughts that stray To some dear friend, or…
by Luis G. Dato O let me consummate this wondrous love That I have for you burning in my breast,Through day and night I know I’ll find no rest, Until in you it finds fulfillment of What to its simple…
by Luis G. Dato And why should I my shadow o’er you cast,Who were meant for sojourn through sunny hours, To stray the pleasant fields, the fragrant flowers, The joys of love which all joy shall outlast? Why should you…
by Luis G. Dato Leave me alone, you say. I will comply.With this your wish, for which what would I not Attempt, whose every care, whose waking thought Is but to please you, nor yet question why, Since for your…
by Luis G. Dato O ache of heart fore ‘er unsatisfied, Because it has not what it dreams to hold, The pain augmenting as you I behold, Who have not wits to leave off, long denied. It is a wonder…