T.S. Eliot (1888–1965). Prufrock and Other Observations. 1920.
6. The Boston Evening Transcript
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Sway in the wind like a field of ripe corn.
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.”