Filipino Poet, Writer and Educator
By Luis G. Dato I think sometimes of flowers once perfuming, The scarlet alleys of my yester-years, And then again, an aureate form assuming, Their memory brings a memory of tears. Here once beneath dark-green acacia branches, How gilded golden…
By Luis G. Dato My goddess brown, so pure and sweet, I kneel a pilgrim at your feet, I love you, dear, strange it may seem That to possess you I should dream. But Mely dear, O bless my life,…
By Luis G. Dato O! lovely girl, in our first meeting I still can see your smile of greeting, And the gardenia on your heart, You gave me when we had to part. Long since we should have met before,…
By Luis G. Dato All day it has rained and the wind Soughed through the leaves, A soul of old autumns and days long dead. All day desire in t he rain is a cold remembrance Of old autumns dark…
By Luis G. Dato When you are dead, my dearest, Would you know the songs we sing, What cypress-tree above your head, What roses for you bring? For though green grass enshroud you With showers and dew drops wet, Always…
By Luis G. Dato We have been reading T.S. Eliot, And, much we fear, a blooming idiot Breathes on our neck or reads o’ er his, His point, if he has one, we miss; If he has one, we cannot…
By Luis G. Dato Charito here shows quite too much of thighs (Though there are those who think she shows still little), The dispute, pro and con’s not worth the spittle, Her pose as is draws much too many ayes…
By Luis G. Dato Like eagles striving for the mighty sweep Of sky blue-vaulted o’er the mirroring wave, In awesome first rehearsals your dreams leap Beyond the perilous peaks with young wings brave. Flutter your wines upon the desolate cliff,…
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 When evenings cast pale shadows o’er the earth, And silence, like a vast mysterious ghost, Stifles the land and sea from hill to coast, And buries all the tropic suns gave birth; When by myself I…
