God Said, “I Made a Man” By Jose Garcia Villa and “Man of Earth” by Amador T. Daguio
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God Said, “I Made a Man” By Jose Garcia Villa God said, “I made a man Out of clay – But so bright he, he sun !imself to brightest "ay #ill he $as all shining gold, %nd oh, !e $as handsome to behold& But in his hands held he a bo$ %imed at me $ho created !im' %nd I said, ()ouldst murder me ()ho am thy *ountainhead+ #hen so e he the man of gold- (I $ill not Murder thee& I do but Measure thee' !old #hy eace&+ %nd this I did, But I $as curious Of this so regal head' (Gi.e thy name&+ –Sir& Genius+” /ea.ing as heritage this islet this oem, 0ou and I, this country yours and mine, #his child dreaming on the edges of life' “Man of 1arth” by %mador #' "aguio 2liant is the bamboo3 I am man of earth3 #hey say that from the bamboo )e had our first birth' %m I of the body, Or of the green leaf4 "o I ha.e to $hiser My e.ery sin and grief4 If the $ind asses by, Must I stoo and try #o measure fully My fle5ibility4 I might ha.e been the bamboo, But I $ill be a man' Bend me then, O /ord, Bend me if you can'
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Transcript of God Said, “I Made a Man” By Jose Garcia Villa and “Man of Earth” by Amador T. Daguio
God Said, I Made a Man By Jose GarciaVilla
God said, I made a manOut of clay But so bright he, he spunHimself to brightest DayTill he was all shining gold,And oh,He was handsome to behold!But in his hands held he a bow
Aimed at me who createdHim. And I said,Wouldst murder meWho am thy Fountainhead
Then spoke he the man of gold:I will notMurder thee! I do butMeasure thee. Hold
Thy peace! And this I did,But I was curiousOf this so regal head.Give thy name! Sir! GeniusLeaving as heritage this islet this poem,You and I, this country yours and mine,This child dreaming on the edges of life.
Man of Earth by Amador T. Daguio
Pliant is the bamboo;I am man of earth;They say that from the bambooWe had our first birth.
Am I of the body,Or of the green leaf?Do I have to whisperMy every sin and grief?
If the wind passes by,Must I stoop and tryTo measure fullyMy flexibility?
I might have been the bamboo,But I will be a man.Bend me then, O Lord,Bend me if you can.
