Squalor spreads its hideous length through the carts and the asses' feet, squalor coils and reopens and creeps under barrow and heap of refuse and the broken sherds of the market-place -- it lengthens and coils and uncoils and draws back and recoils through the crooked streets. Squalor blights and makes hideous our lives -- it has smothered the beat of our songs, and our hearts are spread out, flowers -- opened but to receive the wheel of the cart, the hoof of the ox, to be trod of the sheep. Squalor spreads its hideous length through the carts and the asses' feet -- squalor has entered and taken our songs and we haggle and cheat, praise fabrics worn threadbare, ring false coin for silver, offer refuse for meat. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: AT FAIRBANKS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS EVENEN IN THE VILLAGE by WILLIAM BARNES THE FOREST MAID by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE STIRRUP-CUP by JOHN MILTON HAY THE LITANY [TO THE HOLY SPIRIT] by ROBERT HERRICK |