Poem by Thomas Stearns Eliot

The Boston Evening Transcript

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."

1. Conversation Galante
2. Cousin Nancy
3. Lune de Miel
4. Burbank with a Baedeker: Bleistein with a Cigar
5. Mr. Eliot's Sunday Morning Service

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