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
- Impromtu On Ogareva poem – Alexander Pushkin
- At the Twilight by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Sonnet 105: Let not my love be called idolatry by William Shakespeare
- Where Are You
- Election Ballad at close of Contest for representing the Dumfries Burghs, 1790 by Robert Burns
- His Loss by Robert Herrick
- I Have Become Very Hairy by Yehuda Amichai
- Владимир Маяковский – Служака
- A Hillside Thaw by Robert Frost
- Владимир Маяковский – Чтоб из недели “Заботы о достоянии” толку выйти, вот так, товарищи, агитацию ведите (Главполитпросвет №374)
- English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Home. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
- Ballade Of Old Plays poem – Andrew Lang poems
- The Lute Player Of Casa Blanca
- The Visit by Nijole Miliauskaite
- Алексей Плещеев – Весна (Песни жаворонков снова)
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.