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
- La Gitana poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
- Is There A Power That Can Sustain And Cheer by William Wordsworth
- Владимир Высоцкий – Упрямо я стремлюсь ко дну
- Presentiment poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Apple Trees at Olema by Robert Hass
- Orlando Furioso Canto 22 by Ludovico Ariosto
- Eye By Eye by Nijole Miliauskaite
- Kiss by Ruth Padel
- The Workbox by Thomas Hardy
- Аля Кудряшева – Я этой ночью уйду, не спи
- Dickinson And The Alabaster Gogyohka
- Once By The Pacific by Robert Frost
- The Last Letter by Priyanka Tungana
- Alison Gross poem – Andrew Lang poems
- A Cruel Mistress. by Thomas Carew
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.