The Boston Evening Transcript
1888.9.26-1965.1.4
The readers of the Boston Evening Transcript
Sway in the wind like a field of ripe corn.
When evening quickens faintly in the street,
Wakening the appetites of life in some
And to others bringing the Boston Evening Transcript,
I mount the steps and ring the bell, turning
Wearily, as one would turn to nod good-bye to Rochefoucauld,
If the street were time and he at the end of the street,
And I say, "Cousin Harriet, here is the Boston Evening Transcript."
DayPoems Poem No. 2672
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/2672.html">The Boston Evening Transcript by Thomas Stearns Eliot</a>
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