|
Eliot,
Thomas Stearns Eliot (T S)
|
 Email Poem
The Boston Evening Transcript
|
|
Written by:
Thomas Stearns Eliot (T S)
Eliot
|
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.
Comments
|