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
- What Hidden Sweetness Is There by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Wish If You…! by Praveen Parasar
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Ну вот – всё ладится, идет всё понемногу
- Robert Burns: Robin Shure In Hairst:
- Waking in the Blue by Robert Lowell
- Everything He Did, He Did In Jest by stanley wilkin
- Валерий Брюсов – К портрету К.Д. Бальмонта
- Владимир Маяковский – Что такое II Интернационал?.. (РОСТА №133)
- Lepracaun or Fairy Shoemaker, The by William Allingham
- Winter Seascape poem – John Betjeman poems
- Николай Языков – Песня (Дороже почестей и злата)
- From Death
- Олег Григорьев – Если где-то кому-то плачется
- On Deck by Sylvia Plath
- A Eulogy by Shaunna Harper
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.