Verses

the instant lyre by Luis Dato
ARTICLE

The Instant Lyre Manuscript

The Instant Lyre is an unpublished manuscript by Luis G. Dato (1906-1985). Based on the manuscript, the book is the Volume I of the Instant Lyre. The second Volume, was split in to two books, namely Sonnets to the Brown Goddess and Pro Deo. The Instant Lyre is a collection of around 200 works of poems and sonnets which spans 50 years, from the 1920s to the 1970s. The pagination and sequence are based on the original manuscript. The book has an introduction by Leopoldo Y. Yabes in 1975. The Instant Lyre — FOREWORD Written over a period of around…

Luis G. Dato on the Bikolnon Biography Series of the Ateneo de Naga University Press
ARTICLE

Luis G. Dato on the Bikolnon Biography Series of the Ateneo de Naga University Press

By Stephen Cenon D. Talla July 4th 2020 is the 114th birth anniversary of the poet and Bikolista Luis G. Dato. Ateneo de Naga University Press announced the new cover design of the Bikolnon Biography Series. Among the first featured Bikolanos in the project is the poet, writer, and politician Luis G. Dato. Luis G. Dato was born in Baao, Camarines Sur. He is one of the first romance poets in English of the early 20th century in the Philippines. He was also a member of the bikol press. The new series will be edited by Tito Genova Valiente. Cover…

THE OPEN ROAD
POEM

THE OPEN ROAD

By Luis G. Dato I take a road that starts I know not whence, Past fields and hills, it ends I know not where , The trees beside give shade, my thirst to quench In brooks, my lungs throb breathing the pure air. And many folks along the road I meet Strange and familiar, carefree or downcast, Some with their burdens, others on light feet, One moment our ways cross, the first and last?

Knock by Luis Dato
POEM

Love knock

by Luis G. Dato Knock, knock, knock. I knock at the gate of your heart. Only the hollow rustling of dead leaves answered my call. What if a blight have passed To see the the beauty within? I shall be the dew to awaken the parched grass, I shall be the color to make life sweet gay, The sunlight to dispel the gloom. I am LOVE. Open the door for me.

LXXIX
SONNET

LXXIX

by Luis G. Dato Come, dear, the bells have rung for early mass, And now awake, for you’ll perhaps be late, Too long a time to dress I cannot wait, The altar’s lighted, golden minutes pass. The old and young, and rural swain and lass Have heard God call, ‘tis also call of fate, (Mother of God,” their prayer, “where is my mate?”) The sky’s not always blue, e’er green the grass, Nor youth stand still, and time is truly gold, We have but precious little time to stay, Not as stones live, but by and by grow old, It…

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