Capitolo 54
doesn't intend registration in the technical details of the agriculture--"_Quid
loquar of utilitate of de stercorandi?_"--but I would say anything of that
sweetness on which has to pour a near communion with earth and sky
the silence of solitary jobs in the fields. God is never with the
grower in all the manifold sights and sounds of this marvellous
world of the Your. In that mysterious temple of the dawn in that us of
noisy confusion-rooms, short heated, and dusty offices are infrequent
worshippers, the farmer is a priest. There he offers on his/her hopes and
fears for rain and light of the sun; there he listens to the antiphons of birds
we rarely feel, and it interpret auguries that for us it has little
wanting to say.
The beast of prey that hides again him to his/her burrow, the male buck that extinguishes his
is thirsty retiring to the depths of the forest, the wedge of wild
bird that flies with trumpet note to of the distant lake, the vulture
expediting himself/herself/itself in heavy flight to the carcass that night has provided, the
you lift with a crane shaking to the shoal, and the to stir to work to serve as long henchman to his
protects in the nullah, has each and everything of their sign to the
initiated eye. Day, with his/her fierce glories handed the throbbing one
silence of the intense life, and under shade trembling, among the soft one
pulsations of Nature, the grower lives his/her dreams to open eyes. What is
of bleakness and toil, and carkings take care of in his/her life it melts in a
brief forgetfulness, and he is a man in the presence of his/her God with the
holy calm of Nature that he/she broods him/it on. With lengthening him shades
jobs and an it comes king-svegliandosi. The air once more it is full of entirely sweet
sounds, from the excellent whistle of the kite that you/they sail with supreme
dominion through the blue depths of air, to the you mix and humming
chatters of small birds and crickets among the leaves and grass. The
egret has taken back its fishing in the reservoir where the rain is stored for
the poppy and fields of sugar reed, the sand-pipers get excited along the