 Yes, we are going to suffer, now; the sky Throbs like a feverish forehead; pain is real; The groping searchlights suddenly reveal The little natures that will make us cry, Who never quite believed they could exist, Not where we were. They take us by surprise...  Modernism and Mourning - Page 213edited by - 2007 - 310 pagesLimited preview - About this book
 | Wayne C. Booth - Language Arts & Disciplines - 1979 - 422 pages
...paid for, / Nor feel the love that he knew all about" (TW VIII; slightly different in SC VIII). Again: Yes, we are going to suffer, now; the sky Throbs like a feverish forehead; pain is real; (TW XIV; not in SC) It is a time when men are "free / And isolated like the very rich; / Remote like... | |
 | Richard Hoffpauir - Literary Criticism - 1991 - 348 pages
...XIV the transition and attendant recognition of the evil ("little natures") in all men is asserted: Yes, we are going to suffer, now; the sky Throbs like...us cry, Who never quite believed they could exist, Not where we were. (1-6) Unfortunately, his detachment continues even when he concentrates this new... | |
 | Lluís B. Meseguer - Language Arts & Disciplines - 1994 - 326 pages
...lògica entre els elements comparats (Auden, 1979): They died and entered the closed life like nuns: (69) Yes, we are going to suffer, now; the sky Throbs like a feverish forehead; pain is real; (71) Loss is their shadow-wife, Anxiety Receives them like a grand hotel; (75) He went out in the winter... | |
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