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by Luis G. Dato When I am dead, will you then think of me More kindly, when I cease to haunt you dear Or dog your steps in school or church no more, Will I seem better in the memory,…
Filipino Poet, Writer and Educator
by Luis G. Dato When I am dead, will you then think of me More kindly, when I cease to haunt you dear Or dog your steps in school or church no more, Will I seem better in the memory,…
by Luis G. Dato Blushing with youthfulness, again my muse, After long absence turns to me her smiles, Her hair unbinding, beckons and beguiles, To the soul’s dream and lyre in long disuse; And as she comes my waking soul…
by Luis Dato The muse is a grace, a sun and a singing That encompass the distance of stars and the heart, A dimension in light and a silver bell ringing In a cosmos of worlds that have orbits apart…
by Luis Dato Not because unspoken Can you now say unbroken There was no park In the dark, No park in the darkness, No dark in the parkness, And a night-ride in a bus. For your curls Whipped in the…
By Luis G. Dato I Dear Elsa, as I write to you these lines, A flower festival rehearsal’s on - Still high, behind Sport’s Palace, the sun shines And bathes with glow the grounds this afternoon. My thoughts, however, are…
By Luis G. Dato She felt alone In that garden unfrequented, Where the winds make moan For blossoms sweetly scented, Perfumed but far away. And as the sunset died, Lost the last long twilight ray, She felt so lone and…
By Luis G. Dato Dear queen, on this occasion historic and sublime, Which will be all recorded as annals of our time, It is indeed an honor on coronation night, In tribute to your beauty bright verses to indite. This…
By Luis G. Dato Tonight, Queen Angie dear, it is for me A pleasure great, as well an honor high, To soar with wings the realms of fantasy And chant in verse your beauty to the sky. An honor high,…
By Luis G. Dato In ancient times our people lived under their own kings, Malayan sultans, rajahs of whom no bard now sings, In this our Bikol region in centuries bygone, They, too, had their own rulers, the kings of…
By Luis G. Dato O radiant queen of beauty It is a pleasant duty And near my heart’s desire, To write for you these verses The while the muse rehearses To wake the living lyre. In St. Dominic’s regions We…
By Luis G. Dato Most gracious queen, My eyes have seen In other days what men call fair; The face divine That warms like wine, And urges men to strive and dare. In very truth, What could to youth, Be…
By Luis G. Dato The LA candidates are pretty pearls, We think, not common, ordinary girls; Glory and glamour certain they would give To any court in lands of make-believe. Purita stands five-six in stockinged feet - This for dalagas…