第23部分(第1/7 页)

cleared　space；　where　she　set　the　two　sheaves　sharply　down；

bringing　them　together　with　a　faint；　keen　clash。　Her　two　bulks

stood　leaning　together。　He　was　ing；　walking　shadowily　with

the　gossamer　dusk；　carrying　his　two　sheaves。　She　waited　near…by。

He　set　his　sheaves　with　a　keen；　faint　clash；　next　to　her

sheaves。　They　rode　unsteadily。　He　tangled　the　tresses　of　corn。

It　hissed　like　a　fountain。　He　looked　up　and　laughed。

Then　she　turned　away　towards　the　moon；　which　seemed　glowingly

to　uncover　her　bosom　every　time　she　faced　it。　He　went　to　the

vague　emptiness　of　the　field　opposite；　dutifully。

They　stooped；　grasped　the　wet；　soft　hair　of　the　corn；　lifted

the　heavy　bundles；　and　returned。　She　was　always　first。　She　set

down　her　sheaves；　making　a　pent…house　with　those　others。　He　was

ing　shadowy　across　the　stubble；　carrying　his　bundles；　She

turned　away；　hearing　only　the　sharp　hiss　of　his　mingling　corn。

She　walked　between　the　moon　and　his　shadowy　figure。

She　took　her　two　new　sheaves　and　walked　towards　him；　as　he

rose　from　stooping　over　the　earth。　He　was　ing　out　of　the　near

distance。　She　set　down　her　sheaves　to　make　a　new　stook。　They

were　unsure。　Her　hands　fluttered。　Yet　she　broke　away；　and　turned

to　the　moon；　which　laid　bare　her　bosom；　so　she　felt　as　if　her

bosom　were　heaving　and　panting　with　moonlight。　And　he　had　to　put

up　her　two　sheaves；　which　had　fallen　down。　He　worked　in　silence。

The　rhythm　of　the　work　carried　him　away　again；　as　she　was　ing

near。

They　worked　together；　ing　and　going；　in　a　rhythm；　which

carried　their　feet　and　their　bodies　in　tune。　She　stooped；　she

lifted　the　burden　of　sheaves；