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
- Robert Burns: Meg O’ The Mill : Another Version
- Николай Заболоцкий – Офорт
- Robert Burns: A Bottle And Friend:
- Олег Бундур – На высоком берегу
- Falling Action by Ruth Madievsky
- Как хочу я в День влюбленных
- Василий Жуковский – Гаральд
- In Ithica poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Юлия Друнина – Есть время любить
- Омар Хайям – Не зарекайся пить бесценных гроздий сок
- I Chide Not At The Seasons poem – Alfred Austin
- Георгий Иванов – Аспазия, всегда Аспазия
- On The Death Of Mr Crashaw
- Blizzard by William Carlos Williams
- A New Heaven (To-On Active Service) by Wilfred Owen
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.