In celebration of National Poetry Month we are posting a poem a day. Today’s poem is by T.S.Eliot. We were reminded by a recent Globe article that Eliot attended Milton Academy albeit briefly. If you have a favorite poem (or two) send it along to frank@mytownmatters.com.

The Boston Evening Transcript by T.S.Eliot

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.”