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Luis G. Dato thoughts on life and death.

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by Luis G. Dato God, why is there so much of death, Why have You wrought this vale of tears, You who have power, goodness, breath Of mercy, Space , and all the the years? Our lives deny to us…

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By Luis G. Dato Beloved, I regret The world to leave, Since you might quite forget, Nor quite forgive. You still remember (Was this my fate?) Still burns unquenched an ember In you of hate. Beloved, I must leave, Is…

COSMOS by Luis Dato


By Luis G. Dato With stars I tryst, and in the outmost Night, Time thundering roams the skies, I fear the alternation of the light, Love, let me look in your eyes. A funeral wind is moaning through the trees,…

ETERNE by Luis Dato


by Luis G. Dato We are the memory of past desire, The sighs from old, forgotten agonies, We are the embers of a muffled fire, Entombed, yet breathing with the centuries. At sunset, when the clouds with bitter tears, Spread…

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By Luis G. Dato I From Asia’s teeming highlands, coasts, and bays,They ploughed the outmost rim of ocean foam,In pathless deeps envisioning their home,Where suns perennial drop unsalted rays,They ventured from the people-trodden ways,And in their light, swift-winged barangays,The seas…

ALTERED by Luis Dato


By Luis G. Dato He left for Manila one day in April, Said good-bye to the principal street in town,To the tall, austere cathedral beside it. At home the evening before,His mother a seedling planted, He stayed in the city…

ON BOOKS by Luis Dato


By Luis G. Dato From streets and the dirty places,The frost of the forgetful facesI have found me a refuge, the past;From the heat and the dust, the bitterForgetfulness, it is far sweeterTo seek the soothing calm of the past.…

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By Luis G. Dato As from a sleep profound,A long time in strange ground,I woke to find my soul,Young as when faint with thirstOf love I knew it first.Invincible and whole. And this was all so strange,This change – anulling…

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