Words

Angela Manalang-Gloria

I never meant the words I said,

So trouble not your honest head
And never mean the words I write,
But come and kiss me now goodnight.

The words I said break with the thunder

Of billows surging into spray:
Unfathomed depths withhold the wonder
Of all the words I never say.

Ermita in the Rain

Angela Manalang-Gloria

It is not the rain that wanly

Sobs its tale across the bay,
Not the sobs of lone acacias
Trembling darkly in the gray,

Not the groans of harried breakers

Flinging tatters on the shore,
But the phantom of your voice that
Stays me dreaming at my door.
Any Woman Speaks
Angela Manalang-Gloria

Half of the worlds true glamour

Is heldyou know by whom?
Not by the gilt Four Hundred
Parading in perfume,

Nor by the silvered meteors

That light the celluloid sky
But by these eyes that called you,
Blind fool who passed me by!