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
- Keen, Fitful Gusts are Whisp’ring Here and There poem – John Keats poems
- A Wandering Knight by Rixa White
- Anecdote Of Canna by Wallace Stevens
- The Brothers by William Wordsworth
- Otho The Great – Act II poem – John Keats poems
- A Heart Divided by Pierre Reverdy
- Владимир Луговской – Курсантская венгерка
- Peace Or Glory
- Introduction to the Songs of Innocence by William Blake
- softly… in wingless dream by Steve Troyanovich
- Иван Киуру – Песня моряка
- Illusion of Time by Ndue Ukaj
- Аля Кудряшева – Все не то чтобы исчезло
- Ford o’ Kabul River by Rudyard Kipling
- Conversation Galante by T. S. Eliot
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.