Jose Antonio Cangco Poems

Walking home from school one day
I remembered what you said,
That whatsoever which way
We'd go, you'd be close ahead.
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They call it lovers' quarrel,
Old townfolks, keen observers at a distance,
Silent, prophetic, they dwell
On us, the young, hence we ask from them guidance.
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You were my first love,
At seventeen and fourteen,
None could have been above
A dream of a blissful mien;
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My only memory of you
Was that time while on our way home.
It was noon, the sky, cloudless blue,
The open land gave us one form
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Let me say goodbye
Before the sun goes down,
Daubed light in the sky
Falls on the thistledown.
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While I was sitting alone one night,
I heard a nightingale sing,
It professed its love in strains so light,
I listened well, wondering.
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