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."
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Comments1WOW, JUST READ "THE BOSTON EVENING TRANSCRIPT" POEM FOLKS. I TELL YA, IT'S A REAL THOUGHY PROVOKER. REALLY MAKES YA FEEL THE SIMPLE ROUNTINE OF LIFE, YANNO? LOVED THE IMAGES ELIOT.. OHH, I MEAN, THE POET.. PAINTS IN OUR MINDS. THESE QUIRKY OBSERVATIONS OF LIFE CAN REALLY STIR SOME EMOTIONS. TRY IT OUT. IT'S NOT YOUR AVERAGE POEM. YOU MIGHT REALLY GET SOMETHING OUT OF IT.