
VERSE AND THE BALLET
By Luis G. Dato Movement, there’s buoyant movement in the dance, A grace and gay abandon, gift divine, And as we view it we fall in a trance Like one drunk of some rare, exotic wine. And we behold the…
Filipino Poet, Writer and Educator
By Luis G. Dato Movement, there’s buoyant movement in the dance, A grace and gay abandon, gift divine, And as we view it we fall in a trance Like one drunk of some rare, exotic wine. And we behold the…
By Luis G. Dato In days of old, one moonlight night, When young was life and earth and art, A lover asked his friend to write A song to win a fair one’s heart. The outcome the world knows so…
By Luis G. Dato The wings of song would carry me To worlds which the sad soul beguile, But I turn to the melody Of earth that sings within your smile. Dance is a wine that warms the heart, That…
By Luis G. Dato To the ear of murmurous zephyr, Comrade, thrill your lute, While the greening leaves and bowers, Hearkening turn mute. To the boughs where wanton clinging, Flutter you about, Sing of harmonies remembered With your golden throat.…
By Luis G. Dato Sing me a song of sorrow, Such as the lone bird knows, When night sits over the waters, And withered is the rose. Morning is red in the mountains, Hours fly on golden wings, Song is…
By Luis G. Dato I know not if the songs that from you rise, Are tuned to pain or mirth, They are, it seems, some compromise Of sky and earth. For from the throat of mortals such as we, The…
By Luis G. Dato Whyfore must minstrels unattended sing, And warble songs but little understood? The shy doves coo their music to the wood And wild, as soon the answering echoes ring; Perfumed flowers impetuously will fling Such exhalations like…