CXVIII
by Luis G. Dato The end, the end, my dear, it is the end, For all unwitting the glad days shall roll, No less than the sad ones, to blight the soul That sees how all to nothingness portend, And…
Luis G. Dato
Filipino Poet, Writer and Educator
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Luis G. Dato thoughts on life and death.
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CXVII
by Luis G. Dato I stood at Gizeh, where a Pharoah once The dull horizon of Sahara scanned, The while obedient, as to God’s command, And come from all that compassless expanse, From Tigris even and the rilled Sudans, By…
CXVI
by Luis G. Dato My God, my God, with how swift wings the years To make us old on earth too soon have flown, As year on year life’s pageantry we’re shown Through its kaleidoscope of hopes and fears, Someday…
XLIV
by Luis G. Dato Count her as lost, no sighs can bid her love As you have loved and through the long nights pined, No balm she holds for wounds she will not bind For pity even, never she thinks…
XLIII
by Luis G. Dato Why can’t you give my life significance Who are the flower, the light of all my seeing, The soul, the spirit, core of all my being, With whom alone the heart can know romance? O know…
XLII
by Luis G. Dato O why did God that we be cleft ordain, And desolate to wend our separate way? Why did He turn to night the gladsome day When I could not your sweet face see again? Is God…
XXXIX
by Luis G. Dato For, dearest one, I love you with a love More elemental than the earth we tread, More cosmic than the suns that roam o’erhead, The starry firmament that shines above. To love immense, tremendous, need I…
XXXVIII
by Luis G. Dato They tell you, dear, you are not meant for me, That in the grand division which the fates Have all apportioned earthly loves and hates, We have drawn blanks — no dawn, no memory For us.…
XXXVII
by Luis G. Dato Why should you use the world’s all-jaundiced eyes And judge my suit by its too harsh decree? In matters of the heart, ’tis you and me, None else discern where its true happiness lies. “Tis not…
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,…
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…
