...MAN OF EARTH By: Amador Daguio Pliant is the bamboo; I am man of earth; They say that from the bamboo We had our first birth. Am I of the body, Or of the green leaf? Do I have to whisper My every sin and grief? If the wind passes by, Must I stoop and try To measure fully My flexibility? I might have been the bamboo, But I will be a man. Bend me then, O Lord, Bend me if you can. NEW YORKER IN TONDO Marcelino Agana, Jr. SCENE: The parlor of the Mendoza house in Tondo. Front door is at right. Curtained window is at left. Left side of stage is occupied by a rattan set –sofa and two chairs flanking a table. On the right side of the stage, a cabinet radio stands against a back wall. Open door-way in center, background, leads into the rest of the house. MRS. M: (As she walks toward the door) –Visitors, always visitors. Nothing but visitors all day long. Naku, I’m beginning to feel like a society matron. (She opens door. Tony steps in, carrying a bouquet. Tony is 26, dressed to kill, and is the suave type. Right now, however, he is feeling a trifle nervous. He starts slightly on seeing Mrs. Mendoza.) MRS. M : Tony! I thought you were in the provinces. TONY : (Startling) –But is that you, Aling Atang? MRS. M : ( Laughing) --- Of course. It’s I, foolish boy. Who did you think …Carmen Rosales? TONY : You …you don’t look like Aling Atang. MRS. M : (shyly touching her boyish bob) – I had my hair cut. Do I look so...
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