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
- If I could tell you by W. H. Auden
- Яков Полонский – На Женевском озере
- An Early Audience at the Palace of Light. (Harmonizing a poem for Secretary Jia Zhi.) by Wang Wei
- Владимир Высоцкий – Космонавту Ю. Гагарину
- Robert Burns: A Grace Before Dinner, Extempore:
- Far Within Us #7 by Vasko Popa
- The Queen’s Marie poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Summon Me by Walid Saba
- The Dragon and The Unicorn by Mary Etta Metcalf
- Владимир Британишский – Служба
- The Internet Romance
- Джон Донн – Ворожба над портретом
- Владимир Высоцкий – Иноходец
- Алишер Навои – Уже белеет голова
- Miss Drake Proceeds To Supper by Sylvia Plath
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.