
The Sea
by Luis G. Dato Bright wisps of sea careering as I dreamAnd sit beside my sorrow in the shore,In wakeful slumber must you bide no moreBut rise beneath my feet and in a streamOf silver in the fading twilight seemTo…
Filipino Poet, Writer and Educator
by Luis G. Dato Bright wisps of sea careering as I dreamAnd sit beside my sorrow in the shore,In wakeful slumber must you bide no moreBut rise beneath my feet and in a streamOf silver in the fading twilight seemTo…
By Luis Dato Harvest ‘Mid stalks low-bending with sun-ripened grain,You loomed upon my ravished, sinful eyes;I listened lost in wondering surprise,While in the evening rang your sweet refrain.Weeping, I wished I were some hamlet swain,And, like him, quietened into looks…
By Luis G. Dato The morn beams my unseeing eyes caress,And, sudden, like some olden sorcery,Blind pupils open, filmy folds fall by,And now I see what I could only guess,The tumbled blossoms and a wildernessAnd disarray arrest the wakened eye,Here,…
by Luis G. Dato Often I strolled a fairyland which hours With books of rhyme have summoned to my mind, Often I roamed the region unconfined Of dreams and wandered its strange woods bowers, ‘Mid hills I strayed where the…
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…
By Luis G. Dato At sunrise when the silent east seemed clouded, And sunless, and the dawn appeared as dead, I turned my eyes to western skies beholding Above green hills, in tints of white and red, Orange, and pale,…
By Luis G. Dato How blessed the barrio life of ease, Where man with all the world has peace! All is not perfect, it is true, Here Poverty exacts its due, It is not always harvest time,Nor all year round…
By Luis G. Dato The kanda, comely tropic flower In clusters yellow, red and white, It gives with all unfathomed power. An inexpressible delight. Its glossy leaves, cool, spatulate, Its trunk and branches neat Give shade beside the sun-drenched gate…
By Luis G. Dato The wind blows bitter in the cold It bludgeons, triturates The palms, banana trees, and all And wildly each whipped bough gyrates. O mercilessly the storm blows By reeling stalk and swaying palm, A whitened pallor…
By Luis G. Dato The rain envelopes every ground, In gloom and mystery profound, It stabs with endless, silver spears, And Earth hides with her hands her tears. When rain is coming I’ve known long, For rain is old, and…
By Luis G. Dato Mt. Isarog’s a cold, white sheet, It stands unseen with icy feet, Mt. Isarog’s a somber gray, Harbinger of the rainy day. The dark hills hide, pale clouds hang low, The crickets sing, the sad cocks…
By Luis G. Dato In Arcady, day after day, the earth, After her chilly slumber, as of death, Blooms with the sun to resurrected birth, And the green land wakes with the morning’s breath. There Nature trembles with her growth,…