Unformatted text preview: cuts clean through the thought, it thrusts nearer and speaks to this unknown thing that is awakened in us, a dark meaning — ' There'll be a bombardment.'" "Immediately a second [searchlight] is beside him, a black insect is caught between them and tries to escape — the airman." "I don't know whether it is morning or evening, I lie in the pale cradle of the twilight, and listen for soft words which will come, soft and near — am I crying?" Liturgical prose "Our being, almost utterly carried away by the fury of the storm, streams back through our hands from thee, and we, thy redeemed ones, bury ourselves in thee, and through the long minutes in a mute agony of hope bite into thee with our lips!" "The evening benediction begins."...
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- Fall '08
- parallel construction, different provinces, soft jellyfish, evening benediction, mute agony