Capitolo 29
I work secret you/he/she had followed down out him of the house to the trees;
incommunicable silence the dams in. A moment later his/her fingers they divided
with the green fingers of the fir and him stirred away by his/her side,
starting around the tree and studying him/it as if in delight of coolness
knowledge. Then she looked at him/it pass around to the other side.
When he returned where he had started, she was not there. He looked
around penetratingly; its figure was not in any place in sight.
He was standing--waiting.
The valley had memoirs, that remember! The years came near together
here; they gathered thickly him as as their trees. Vacant stains
among them marked where the first year-old Christmas Alberi you/they had been
cuts. Some of the Trees had been for the two children that they had
lost. This wandering footstep conducted of here and there back to the first one
Tree for the first child: he was bent down and you/he/she had cut that next to
the earth with his/her mere penknife. When you/he/she had been illuminated, it had
kept only two or three candles; and the candle on the had top of him
burnt level in the eyes hand-shaded of the infant.
He knew that she was doing through the evergreens a Pilgrimage of the
Years, slightly walking there and alone with the feet of the Pities of the life
and a mother's Constancies.
He waited for him--immovable.
Now The calm of the twilight remained on the valley. Only from the
trees came to the complaining chirruping of birds from which you/they had entered
weeds frozen and enclosure-file and to the thresholds of the branches it was
calling to each other. It was not their song but their discourse; there
it was not love him, but there was that that for them it perhaps corresponds to
our sense of ties. It resembled to more in the human life the brief things
what two people, while having been living from very together sends forth to each other, when
together in a room of theirs they prepare for the night: there is anybody
anticipation; it is a confession of the unconfessed. Around him now
sounded this low music in winter by the distant border of the other lives.