Light spreads darkly downwards from the high
Clusters of lights over empty chairs
That face each other, coloured differently.
Through open doors, the dining-room declares
A larger loneliness of knives and glass
And silence laid like carpet. A porter reads
An unsold evening paper. Hours pass,
And all the salesmen have gone back to Leeds,
Leaving full ashtrays in the Conference Room.
In shoeless corridors, the lights burn. How
Isolated, like a fort, it is –
The headed paper, made for writing home
(If home existed) letters of exile: Now
Night comes on. Waves fold behind villages.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Олег Григорьев – Разбил в туалете сосуд
- The Speed Of Light by W. S. Merwin
- Desesperanto by Marilyn Hacker
- Николай Заболоцкий – Меркнут знаки зодиака
- Аля Кудряшева – Такие слишком медовые эти луны
- Олег Бундур – Письмо от бабушки
- Earthy Anecdote by Wallace Stevens
- Epitaphs Translated From Chiabrera by William Wordsworth
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня лётчика
- Ольга Берггольц – Февральский дневник
- Death In The Lounge Bar by Vernon Scannell
- Sonnet 75: So are you to my thoughts as food to life by William Shakespeare
- INTO THE LAIR by Satish Verma
- REGENERATING by Satish Verma
- Autumn Day by Rainer Maria Rilke
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
Philip Arthur Larkin (1922-1985), Commander of the Order of the British Empire, a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature, Cavalier of the Order of the Companions of Honour, was an English poet, novelist, and librarian.