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."

Collected Poems of T.S. Eliot - Complete Text

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• Gerontion
• Burbank with a Baedeker: Bleistein with a Cigar
• Sweeney Erect
• A Cooking Egg
• Le Directeur
• Mélange adultère de tout
• Lune de Miel
• The Hippopotamus
• Dans le Restaurant
• Whispers of Immortality
• Mr. Eliot's Sunday Morning Service
• Sweeney Among the Nightingales
• The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
• Portrait of a Lady
• Preludes
• Rhapsody on a Windy Night
• Morning at the Window
• The Boston Evening Transcript
• Aunt Helen
• Cousin Nancy
• Mr. Apollinax
• Hysteria
• Conversation Galante
• La Figlia Che Piange
• Sources