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
- The Water-Nymph poem – Alexander Pushkin
- There is a Community of Spirit by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Human Spirit by Shawn Ervin
- Олег Бундур – Тревожное время
- In Tara’s Halls by William Butler Yeats
- The First Extra poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- He Has Lived In Many Houses by Thomas Lux
- Hokku Poems in Four Seasons by Yosa Buson
- Ashore
- Most Precious by R. L. Karlowsky
- INTO THE LAIR by Satish Verma
- Олег Бундур – Папа собирается на рыбалку
- Impresa by Satish Verma
- Sonnet. Written Before Re-Read King Lear poem – John Keats poems
- On The Civil War On The East Coast Of The United States Of North America 1860 64
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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.