The
Boston
Evening
Transcript
Boston
Evening
Transcript
The readers of the Boston Evening Transcript
Sway in the wind like a field of ripe corn.
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 La 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."
--- T. S. Eliot
(1888-1965)
(1888-1965)
the Cambridge ladies
who live in furnished souls
who live in furnished souls
the Cambridge ladies who live in furnished
souls are unbeautiful and have comfortable minds
(also,with the church's Protestant blessings
daughters,unscented shapeless spirited)
they believe in Christ and Longfellow,both dead,
are invariably interested in so many things ---
at the present writing one still finds
delighted fingers knitting for the is it Poles?
perhaps. While permanent faces coyly bandy
scandal of Mrs. N and Professor D
. . . . the Cambridge ladies do not care,above
Cambridge if sometimes in its box of
sky lavender and cornerless,the
moon rattles like a fragment of angry candy
souls are unbeautiful and have comfortable minds
(also,with the church's Protestant blessings
daughters,unscented shapeless spirited)
they believe in Christ and Longfellow,both dead,
are invariably interested in so many things ---
at the present writing one still finds
delighted fingers knitting for the is it Poles?
perhaps. While permanent faces coyly bandy
scandal of Mrs. N and Professor D
. . . . the Cambridge ladies do not care,above
Cambridge if sometimes in its box of
sky lavender and cornerless,the
moon rattles like a fragment of angry candy
--- e. e. cummings
(1894-1962)
From Three Centuries of
American Poetry
©1999 Bantam Books
(1894-1962)
From Three Centuries of
American Poetry
©1999 Bantam Books