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
- Arithmetic on the Frontier by Rudyard Kipling
- Goatsucker by Sylvia Plath
- Life by Sarojini Naidu
- Владимир Гиппиус стихи: читать все стихотворения, поэмы поэта Владимир Гиппиус – Поэзия на Poetry Monster
- The Warning by Robert Creeley
- Sonet 36 by William Alexander
- Prologue To Spring by Sylvia Plath
- Off Mesolongi poem – Alfred Austin
- Sonnet 20 poem – John Milton poems
- Reaping poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Николай Глазков – Бабье лето
- A Man Young And Old: IX. The Secrets Of The Old by William Butler Yeats
- Pay your last respects by Vinaya Kumar Hanumanthappa
- Diving Wreck
- To A Young Writer by Yvor Winters
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.