Two narrow files of houses scowl, Blackened with grime, on either side Of the road, and through them prowl Strange men and women, shifty-eyed And slinking. The drink-shop throws A flaring yellow, light adown The pavement. The gutter flows A turbid evil stream. A clown, Drink-sodden, lurches by and sings Obscenely. A woman trails behind, With old bad eyes. Her clothing clings Rain-soaked about her. No daring wind, Light-hearted, from a garden blows The sweetness here of any rose. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PROMETHEUS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON A SONG [OF DIVINE LOVE] by RICHARD CRASHAW ROBERT BROWNING by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE SPROUTING BOARD by AL-ISRA'ILI EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 41. LOVE REQUIRES NO ENTREATIES by PHILIP AYRES A WOMAN'S SONNETS: 4 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |