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
- In A Railroad Station by Sara Teasdale
- A Tribute to Mr Murphy and the Blue Ribbon Army by William Topaz McGonagall
- To Solitude poem – John Keats poems
- Иван Мятлев – Падучая звезда
- Владимир Степанов – Тула-город мастеров
- Olney Hymn 61: The Narrow Way by William Cowper
- Владимир Набоков – Кинематораф
- Eloisa to Abelard poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- The Winners by Rudyard Kipling
- The Death-Bed by Siegfried Sassoon
- Вера Павлова – Торчащее обтесать
- Crossroads by Roger Hayes
- Love Is Just Like The Rain
- Robert Burns: Monody: On a lady famed for her Caprice.
- On the Idle Hill of Summer by A. E. Housman
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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.