Stumbled on old collection of Nick Joaquin‘s works today and started reading that old college lit short story standby May Day Eve. I found myself in tears again in the middle of the Museo Pambata library.
And remembering how she had sobbed so piteously; remembering how she had bitten his hand and fled and how he had sung aloud in the dark room and surprised his heart in the instant of falling in love: such a grief tore up his throat and eyes that he felt ashamed before the boy; pushed the boy away; stood up and looked out—-looked out upon the medieval shadows of the foul street where a couple of street-lamps flickered and a last carriage was rattling away upon the cobbles, while the blind black houses muttered hush-hush, their tiled roofs looming like sinister chessboards against a wild sky murky with clouds, save where an evil old moon prowled about in a corner or where a murderous wind whirled, whistling and whining, smelling now of the sea and now of the summer orchards and wafting unbearable the window; the bowed old man sobbing so bitterly at the window; the tears streaming down his cheeks and the wind in his hair and one hand pressed to his mouth—while from up the street came the clackety-clack of the watchman’s boots on the cobbles, and the clang-clang of his lantern against his knee, and the mighty roll of his voice booming through the night:“Guardia sereno-o-o! A las doce han dado-o-o!”
- May Day Eve by Nick Joaquin
- Wiki summary of May Day Eve
- Nick Joaquin feature (quite long, but the end quote from Nick summarizes his nature nicely!)
- Lit102 Analysis of May Day Eve