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
- Алексей Николаевич Толстой – Лель
- Ольга Седакова – Маленькое посвящение Владимиру Ивановичу Хвостину
- A Ballad of Footmen poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Маяковский – В Европе кризис (РОСТА №869)
- Robert Burns: Hey, The Dusty Miller:
- The Hand In The Dark
- Ballade Of His Books poem – Andrew Lang poems
- To Virgil poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Владимир Высоцкий – Один смотрел, другой орал
- Henry Purcell poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Conversation With My Heart by Russ Pergram
- On Fame poem – John Keats poems
- Robert Burns: Robert Bruce’s March To Bannockburn:
- Abbey Assaroe by William Allingham
- Robert Burns: My Bonie Mary:
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.