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Prufrock and Other Observations by T. S. Eliot

«·Morning at the Window · Aunt Helen·»

The Boston Evening Transcript

The readers of the Boston Evening Transcript Sway in the blind 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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