XXXV
by Luis Dato I sought you always in the world’s wide places, In piers and palaces, the roaring street. Where the world’s pilgrims worn with aching feet, Seek as I sought you mid strange, unknown faces. Albeit I found you…
Luis G. Dato
Filipino Poet, Writer and Educator
Tag BROWN GODDESS
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XXXVI CHIAROSCURO AT DAWN
by Luis G. Dato I love the chiaroscuro of the dawn, When day lies hushed as in some catacomb Without its gold, the night without its gloom; On the horizon, each a smoking cone, Loom the dark hills, and clouds,…
XXXIII BUT DAWN ALWAYS COMES
by Luis G. Dato Dear God, grant that the night no dawn may follow, And thus be dumb to any wakening, In quiet lands of slumber no such thing Intrude on dreams as some harsh-featured morrow; Oh, that the night…
XXXIV IMPERFECT APOSTROPHE
by Luis G. Dato This baffled strangeness when chance makes us meet, This puzzled diffidence as eye on eye, I search your soul’s unfathomed mystery, These words inadequate that strive and beat, Deep from the heart like dove’s wings poised…
XXXII BITTERNESS (1947)
by Luis G. Dato I wait to see you pass by in the dawn, Day’s all too drear, till when the sun sinks low, I thrill with hope as o’er the green, cool lawnYou came to light my heart with…
XXXI
by Luis G. Dato The glory then of loving pratest thou, Although the love be vain? Thus others, yet Not so the heart that wills not to forget, And they who speak, of love’s woe do they know? For rather…
TO A LADY HID BEHIND COSMOS FLOWERS
by Luis G. Dato Lady by yonder window grilled and barred, Your face by cosmos flowers fully hidden, The more my morning’s heaven because forbidden More sought since worlds for such as you have warred; Your mystery the clustering flowers…
XXX IN THE TWILIGHT (1938)
by Luis G. Dato As when the sun descending from the west Withdraws from dusky earth her warming ray, And twilight’s rose the fond eyes cannot stay, But leaves within the heart a sigh compressed; Or, as when after sullen…
XI (LONE IN FEBRUARY)
by Luis G. Dato If but the wind could be love’s embassy, How changed so soon would be my melancholy, Then would I with importuned instancy, Tell of my grief of heart who loved you solely: Then would the wind…
