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
- Haltering by Satish Verma
- Mid-Autumn Moon by Mike Yuan
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Две прелестницы
- Summa poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- The Last Man by Thomas Campbell
- Orion
- Василий Лебедев-Кумач – В метро
- In The Month When Sings The Cuckoo poem – Alfred Austin
- Lincoln by Vachel Lindsay
- What the Miner in the Desert Said by Vachel Lindsay
- Sonnet: When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be poem – John Keats poems
- Владимир Корнилов – Прежнее слово
- Afraid of rabbit HOLE by Neelam Sinha
- Виктор Колесников – Вороний мат во все концы
- Владислав Ходасевич – Ночь
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.