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
- Apollo the great by Neelam Shah
- Ode to H.H. The Nizam Of Hyderabad by Sarojini Naidu
- An Invocation poem – Alexander Pushkin
- My Heart Goes Out by Stevie Smith
- To Any Dead Officer by Siegfried Sassoon
- The Devil Outwitted by William Somervile
- Robert Burns: Castle Gordon:
- Владимир Высоцкий – Маски
- Long I waited in vain
- Indian Wedding Customs – Eastern and Western Indian Wedding Traditions
- The Meditation Of The Old Fisherman by William Butler Yeats
- Robert Burns: Yon Wild Mossy Mountains:
- In The Foam. by Sidney Lanier
- Epistle from Esopus to Maria by Robert Burns
- Олег Карелин – Фото
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.