The Boston Evening Transcript (T. S. Eliot Poem)
THE READERS of the Boston Evening Transcript Sway in the wind like a field of ripe corn. When evening quickens ...
THE READERS of the Boston Evening Transcript Sway in the wind like a field of ripe corn. When evening quickens ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
TWELVE o'clock. Along the reaches of the street Held in a lunar synthesis, Whispering lunar incantations Dissolve the floors of ...
I have a Gumbie Cat in mind, her name is Jennyanydots; Her coat is of the tabby kind, with tiger ...
Thou hast committed- Fornication: but that was in another country, And besides, the wench is dead. The Jew of Malta. ...
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
Mistah Kurtz -- he dead. A penny for the Old Guy I We are the hollow men We are the ...
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