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Gregorio del Pilar and his troops around 1898 TIRAD PASS

TIRAD PASS

By Luis G. Dato By frowning hills and mountains Nippon has Builded her eyries dyed with innocent blood, She soared above the raging ocean’s flood, To light on corpses bared by rain and grass Those cliffs to us are holy,…

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vietnam

VIETNAM

By Luis G. Dato On Vietnam’s marshes, set against dark hills, War inexorable goes on apace The torch to keep that lights the human race, Against the foe whose march insidious kills. Here is grim destiny, fierce minds, strong wills,…

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quezon boulevard POST DATA ON MANILA

POST DATA ON MANILA

By Luis G. Dato O city, million-souled, thousand-streeted, I feel your breath upon me, The sound of your many voices, Tread of anonymous feet. Goodbye, Manila, emporium of bills and kisses, And ladies with the hurrying hips And ever-freshly painted…

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MANILA, CITY OF NOISE

By Luis G. Dato Manila, city of noise,All day the wheels have dinned in my earsThe cry for money, cause of all the noise,All counters, offices, markets, bodegas, piers, movie-houses, hotels,Repeat with variations the self-same theme,As mosquitoes at night din…

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TRAFFIC

By Luis G. Dato Shouting in the sky-walled air.The rig-driver’s voice is husky and his throat is hoarse with yelling and shouting in the sky walled-air.He jerks the flesh-cutting reins and he dangles the sharp, blood-dripping lash.The horse is hungry.The legs…

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manila1 MANILA

MANILA

By Luis G. Dato Manila is a woman smiling through a mask of paint,Breasts irradiant with cosmic challengesAnd invitations to the rivers and the meadows of the explorable infinite,An urgency at an intersectionWith a clique of clubbing ruffians from behind.…

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stephentalla 1920s The city is a city always new Fountain of en bfc3e983 6ca3 434f bac1 d14cbfb70c01 THE CITY

THE CITY

By Luis G. Dato Here in the grass grows not longerThe eye to soothe, tired feet to cool –For hills are blocks and masonry,For lake exiguous swimming pool. There are no haunts – around the cornerDeath gasps in screeching brakesOr…

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intramuros

INTRAMUROS

By Luis G. Dato Out where the wild vines spreadUpon the winding walls,I hear old madrigalsAnd music from the dead. There the grasses hangTheir canopy of leaves,Which oft at dawn receivesMatins the mayas sang. Where peace holds swaysOn mounted mossy…

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