Capitolo 34
stills of the grasshopper same in the weeds and the sense of smell of grass is hot
in the nostrils and every bird it contains his/her beak opens and his/her wings
lifted as hurdles of cooling along his/her breast. In these veils of
swarms of dust of crystals of cold had a good time--dead minuscule people of the corpse
Northerly. Omits crystal and dust and you leave without breath nothing stirred there out,; no
mouse of field, any hare neither it has a good time neither few screened dove. In the nude
trees of the pasture the crow held his/her beak not seen how the owl;
on the cedars of the enclosure any scarlet pen heated the day.
The house on the hill--one of the houses whose spirit had been blown
in the amber of the song of the poet--it sent out festive smoke of his
fireplaces the whole day. To intervals the radiant faces of children
it appeared to the windows, while hanging garlands of evergreens; or them
figures fluttered before and back among as them they plotted garlands on the walls
for the party of Christmas. To intervals some servant with head and
shoulders enveloped in a bright-colored shawl cast trippingly from the
house in the boxes in the enclosure and from the boxes back to the
house--the polar dance of the tropical African between fire and fire. From
every signal that has since the house has shown that it was his/her whole marshalling
happiness.
A thing only seemed to make far a signals some anguish from. The oak
tree close to the house under which roots warmly wound the
hearth-stones and of who branches were extended through the roof,
seemed to writhe himself/herself/themselves and to cradle in his/her sleep in winter with murmurings and
tossings as a human dreamer that tries to free himself/herself/themselves of an unhappy dream.
It is probable that imagination would have said that of the darkest tragedy of forests from a lot
since then is still goes lived in this alone survivor--that it fought
you abdicate the pain and guilt of a shame of ancient forest.
The time moderated in the afternoon. A warm tide swept through