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
- Night Song At Amalfi by Sara Teasdale
- A Desolate Shore by William Ernest Henley
- Simon Lee: The Old Huntsman by William Wordsworth
- St Ives by Roald Dahl
- Drink To Her by Thomas Moore
- Владимир Набоков – Стансы (Ничем не смоешь подписи косой)
- Lament Two Brothers Slain Each Other039s Hand
- Омар Хайям – Душой ты безбожник с Писаньем в руке
- Swimming Pool by Piera Chen
- Гавриил Державин – Ключ
- a gentle day by Raj Arumugam
- The Skies by William Cullen Bryant
- About Face poem – Alice Fulton
- The Dawn Of American Literature
- Шекспир – Дыханье мысли и огонь желанья – Сонет 45
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.