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
- Аля Кудряшева – Снова current
- Shillin’ a Day by Rudyard Kipling
- Penmaen Pool poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Colonus’ Praise by William Butler Yeats
- Николай Тихонов – Крутили мельниц диких жернова
- nursery_rhyme_for_a_twenty_first_birthday.html
- The Coal Picker poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Reverie of Poor Susan by William Wordsworth
- At the Kitslano Beach by Mike Yuan
- Morning Poem #59 by Wanda Phipps
- Жан де Лафонтен – Предостережение богов Симониду
- Константин Бальмонт – Цветок (Я цветок, и счастье аромата)
- Barter by Sara Teasdale
- I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night, by Stephen Crane
- Sonnet 69: Those parts of thee that the world’s eye doth view by William Shakespeare
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.