
MANILA BAY
By Luis G. Dato I sit upon the white rocks by the bay, Against whose hollows numberless, the waves Will splash forevermore. The sunset laves The deep with light. There rises far away A mountain that has seemingly defied The…
Filipino Poet, Writer and Educator
By Luis G. Dato I sit upon the white rocks by the bay, Against whose hollows numberless, the waves Will splash forevermore. The sunset laves The deep with light. There rises far away A mountain that has seemingly defied The…
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 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…
By Luis G. Dato Beside the Gulf of Lagonoy Among the hillocks hidden A hamlet greets the rising sun So like a rose from Eden. And heaven is that charmed strand Where woods and waves come blending, Where bide a…
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,…
By Luis G. Dato Here where the wind is friendly, And candid as the day, Here where to breathe is freedom, Here for a while let me stray. Here where to dream is heaven, Here where all hate disappears, Here,…
By Luis G. Dato Lukban, you are the stirring of many summer dawns, You are a giant dahlia upon the clefted lawns, Your breezes are the spirit of princesses unseen, Aroma of the aeons and aeons that have been. There…
By Luis G. Dato Ah, Iriga, town by a mountain blue Or green, depending on how far are you? There camias white bedeck a placid stream, And it is sweet of love and life to dream. Her grassy dells with…
By Luis G. Dato The streets of Iriga, they ever hum With wheels and traffic all the livelong day, As from the hills her folk and products come, And from all towns and barrios far away. The grotto to the…
By Luis G. Dato A haven by the roads is Nabua town, Set midst a sea of emerald trees and plains, Where the wayfarer travelling up and down, See her streets teem with courteous, studious swains, Her maidens bloom like…
By Luis G. Dato Recalling the far-away town of my childhood, The city sounds harsh be it ever so wide and wise, Compared to the hills and humming wildwood, I knew, and the forest loud with bird-cries. Home of my…