Capitolo 57
invisible society of the influences came ahead softly to satisfy me and looked for
to draw again me in their old friendship. I was me the rowing
trunks of the trees as me I would throw my arm around the shoulders of a
experimented comrade; I drew down the branches and I dipped my face in the
new leaves as in a tonic brook.
Yesterday a storm of wind swept this district. Later, deep in the
woods, I came on an elm that had been stricken from an arrow to the top.
Almost half that the trunk had been lacerated away; and a disposition of enormous edge through
my run.
As I was standing, while looking at him, the alone one note of a skin of bird on mine
ear--always the same note, least, quiet to regulate, deprived of the feeling, as
although the bird had been deafened and you/he/she had been trying to say: _What is able me
do_? Is _What able me the do_? Is _What able me the do_?
I knew what wanted to say that note. It was her/it note with which a bird now and
then it lingers around the scene of the central tragedy of his/her life.
After a long search I found the nest, crushed against the earth under
the enormous edge and some feet from him, in the action to try to escape,
the woman. The male, sitting on the end of a near branch from in the meantime,
looks me at incuriously, and without change in that quiet, to regulate,
happy-go-lucky note--he knew well only too much that she had passed mine damaging. The
projects for his/her life you/he/she had come to an end in beginning in summer.
I took a seat me near him for once, thinking about the universal tragedy of
the nest.
It was the second to-day of time that this divine waste in kind it had
been forced on my thought and this morning the show it was on a
staircase of the tragic greatness over anything that you/he/she has ever touched human creature
the life in this part of the country: The Mr. Clay was buried among the along sad
rings of music, the to make to pay of bells, the roll of drums the rapids expansion of
you shoot cannonades and the pain of thousand on thousand on thousand of