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
- Jerusalem Delivered – Book 01 – part 03 by Torquato Tasso
- Wirers by Siegfried Sassoon
- Le Verbe Etre poem – Andre Breton poems
- A London Thoroughfare. 2 A.M. poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Fruit Leaf Roots Flowers
- The Storm by Rainbow Reed
- Stacking The Straw poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- To Me by William Barnes
- Cocaine Lil and Morphine Sue by W H Auden
- Gleaners Of Fame poem – Alfred Austin
- happiness.html
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня парня у обелиска космонавтам
- Finding freedom from invisible bonds by Sunil Sharma
- Lovers by Siegfried Sassoon
- Олег Бундур – В саду
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.