It’s now hard to imagine Dad as a student, but that he certainly once was.
If ever I would leave you
It wouldn’t be in summer.
Seeing you in summer I never would go.
Your hair streaked with sunlight,
Your lips red as flame,
Your face with a lustre
that puts gold to shame!
But if I’d ever leave you,
It couldn’t be in autumn.
How I’d leave in autumn I never will know.
I’ve seen how you sparkle
When fall […]
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eNRoeMvzMVo
Dad loved Marlon Brando, for as long as I can remember. He always said Brando spoke with such clarity, such eloquence and depth that you could not but be drawn into the world of which he spoke. And as Marc Antony in Julius Caesar he was sublime.
Maybe it was a summer ago that Dad […]
Lament of a New Androcles
Jump highly, chap and look at him, the fool
Spread with welterweight on slumped back
Which, some minutes ago, wore strength or
Confidence of one who bears for years a crown
And draws many a viewer’s unprecedented shout;
Yet now, broken or breathless and with his crown
Sniped by a right-cross, what but a scene of loss.
Acclaim […]
to Dad, my North Star still
Stars
Ah! why, because the dazzling sun
Restored our Earth to joy,
Have you departed, every one,
And left a desert sky?
All through the night, your glorious eyes
Were gazing down in mine,
And, with a full heart’s thankful sighs,
I blessed that watch divine.
I was at peace, and drank your beams
As they were life to me;
And […]
Naalala ko si FG
Dec 15, ‘07 11:33 AM
for everyone
… Naisipan ko na din na buksan ang PC at mag internet saglit kasi baka may bago akong mail. Natingnan ko na ang Multiply at Friendster ko. Nakapagbasa na din ako sa Peyups.com. Nakapagsearch na din ako ng kung anu-anong mga bagay tungkol sa cupcakes na balak […]
with lola ines, dad’s mom.
i did not realize how much he resembled her until much later on.
Can you also see colors if you only hear sounds
Can you also hear sounds if you only see colors
If you do, you are a poet — no doubt
written at the back page of a paperback, Leibniz by Herbert Wildon Carr, circa 1961, at UP
Death sets a thing…
Death sets a thing significant
The eye had hurried by,
Except a perished creature
Entreat us tenderly
To ponder little workmanships
In crayon or in wool,
With “This was last her fingers did,”
Industrious until
The thimble weighed too heavy,
The stitches stopped themselves,
And then ‘t was put among the dust
Upon the closet shelves.
A book I have, a […]