Armed with a rifle and overflowing with a warrior’s confidence, my classmate's brother marched into the woods, excited about his unforgettable first solo hunt....
because a wounded rosebudtaunts the harvest moonand a failed moonbeamlimps among the dewdropswaltzing on the evening grassmy soulis searedin the embersof a brown passion
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One day, toward the end of 1967, National Artist for Literature Bienvenido Lumbera sat down to look critically at the state of Philippine literature...