PARTING
By Luis G. Dato Upon a path we lingered When skies were overcast, She knew not I was doubting If love had come at last. In her I felt arising The pity Christ thought ofTo me naught else did matter…
Luis G. Dato
Filipino Poet, Writer and Educator
Tag life
Luis G. Dato thoughts on life and death.
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DISTANT OR NEAR
By Luis G. Dato Distant or near, Hour of night or day, To me what matter Or window grill or grated door or lapse of years To shut you in another, different world? defy time and distance, All for a…
QUESTION TO NIGHT
By Luis G. Dato I lift my soul into the infinite, And seek to wrest its mystery from night, The why of stars and days, the why we moan For elixirs we find from lips alone. For elixirs we find…
STREET TO SAN SEBASTIAN
By Luis G. Dato Under your window passing in the night, For your accustomed face to see behind Your orchids fluttering in the nocturne wind, (Like little pigeons posed for flight Into the blueness of the infinite), My eyes could…
IF WE MUST PART
By Luis G. Dato “Since there’s no help, come, let us kiss and part,” But if so soon it has to be farewell, Why add more pain upon the aching heart, Which a kiss leaves, knowing it to be the…
A DREAM
By Luis G. Dato I dreamed that you did visit My room where, ill all day, I spent the hours weeping For you who were away. I dreamed that it was dawning, A new and difficult day, But you had…
DISCOVERY
By Luis G. Dato The day is sordid that before was bright, The skies are empty, and the earth no less, Alone, the fevers of our soul unite, Deeply I breathe the perfume of your dress. The city in confusion…
IN THE VERANDAH
By Luis G. Dato It is the Angelus-hour of prayer and rest, A wind is sighing through the forest dim, The day is dying in the bowering west, When ‘neath the vines I give my heart to him. I breathe…
A DREAM OF WOMEN
By Luis G. Dato I dreamed of when when from life exiled, I ranged alone the solitude of thought, Fairy or faun, perverse, of aspect mild, She came unbid, or with much sorrow sought. Under a quiet garden, roofed with…
THE ROSE IS A MORNING BEAUTY
By Luis G. Dato The rose is a morning beauty, Which dawn gives us to kiss, Its perfume and its petals Are what earth knows of bliss. Yet, underneath such glory, Is e’er the hiding thorn, Soon joy is turned…
REVERIE
By Luis G. Dato We have lived through the seasons of laughter, Apart through a valley of tears, We have parted our ways, and then after, Have pined with pain of the years. We have dreamed of a fountain of…
REVERY
By Luis G. Dato When the slow scythe of flying fleeting Time, Shall our eyes dull and take their morning glow, At last shall cut the summer of our prime, And dark Care sit upon our furrowed brow; When the…
