Poem in Literature

LIKE THE MOLAVE I 1940)

By: Rafael Zulueta da Costa

Not yet, Rizal, not yet. Sleep not in peace;

There are a thousand waters to be spanned;

There are a thousand mountains to be crossed;

There are a thousand cross to be borne.

Our shoulders are not strong;

our sinews are Grown flaccid with dependence, smug with ease

Under another‘s wing. Rest not in peace;

Not yet, Rizal, not yet. The land has need

Of young blood-and, what younger than your own,

Forever spilled in the great name of freedom. F

orever oblate on the altar of The free?

Not you alone, Rizal.

O souls  And spirits of the martyred brave - arise!  

Arise and scour the land!

Shed once again

Your willing blood! Infuse the vibrant red

Into our thin anemic veins; until

We pick up your Promethean tools and strong,

Out of the depthless matrix of your faith

In us, and on the silent cliffs of freedom,

We carve, for all time your marmoreal dream!

Until our people, seeing, are become

Like the Molave, firm, resilient, staunch

Rising on the hillside, unafraid,

Strong in its own fiber; yes, like the Molave

Interpretation:

In the poem Like the Molave by Rafael Zulueta da Costa, it says that everyone has the ability to change and improve their lives, if only they are willing to make the effort and put in some time and hard work.

The poem is about peace, and it's about making a better life in the country, through the efforts of all of that country's citizens.

Like The Molave also highlights the importance of the younger generation, and how they must fight for their country and improve the Filipino way of living.