
GRACE
by Luis G. Dato Of old, man had the innate power of grace,Which Adam lost, the father of our race,But from which fall he still himself can lift,Through baptism and penance, Jesus’ gift. And what is grace? it is to…
Filipino Poet, Writer and Educator
Luis G. Dato thoughts on life and death.
by Luis G. Dato Of old, man had the innate power of grace,Which Adam lost, the father of our race,But from which fall he still himself can lift,Through baptism and penance, Jesus’ gift. And what is grace? it is to…
by Luis G. Dato Related to creation, what is man?To move, to feel, to reproduce he can,But so likewise in life the lower forms,These instincts all posses, the amoeba and the worms. Th trees, the order of the inanimateO prithee,…
by Luis G. Dato The dove, when newly hatched,Has tasty meat and tender;When old, howe’er you stew her,You cannot rend her.
By Luis G. Dato In this state of the mind when the least sound perplexes, And the faintest light shadow the spirit depresses, When the pen, hesitating, conjectures and guesses On the scheme enigmatic of mortals and sexes;When the twilight…
By Luis G. Dato I slept in the frenzy And delirium of men and their cities. Close by the streets and the cross-ways of traffic, Deep in the waste of houses Where multitudes unsmiling are homeless,’ Mouldered the hut of…
By Luis G. Dato I am sweetly perplexed by love sallies, releases, By the countless retreats and the numberless captures, By the petulant coldness and agreeable raptures, By the whisper of phrases that hurts and then pleases, I am drunk…
By Luis G. Dato A fisherman wades, knee-deep in the water, Feeling the stones at the bottom with his feet and his fork, Lighting his way with an oil-fed torch of bamboo. And the curtain of darkness behind him, And…
By Luis G. Dato The stir of business relapses to silence With the slowly sinking sun. The revels of pleasure commence for the weary, But children peering in the deepening dusk From playmates and playthings the livelong day, Children in…
By Luis G. Dato Upon these deeps in days remotely old, A daring band of Malays flung their sails Intrepidly. On tempests, storms, and gales, On ocean furies, full their valor told, Each gust a grave, each grave a tale…
By Luis G. Dato A fairy came out of the woods, A creature bewitchingly fair; A dress would have stolen the beauty Half-hid by the locks of her hair. She said that not far from the wilds, Where the rill…
By Luis G. Dato Our days in swift succession bid us on To these unchartered, desolate domains, Where over deserts strewn with the remains Of unreturning caravans long gone, We follow trails that, winding, go astray Into the dull horizon.…
By Luis G. Dato I saw in dreams a landscape With not a shadow by, It seemed so like a promise Half-hidden in the sky. There were high hills and mountains In purple drest and green, Like shades and shapes…