Willows (Annotated)

After leaving Vienna, and long before you come to Budapest, the Danube enters a region of singular loneliness and desolation, where its waters spread away on all sides regardless of a main channel, and the country becomes a swamp for miles upon miles, covered by a vast sea of low willow-bushes. On the big maps this deserted area is painted in a fluffy blue, growing fainter in color as it leaves the banks, and across it may be seen in large straggling letters the word Sumpfe, meaning marshes. In high flood this great acreage of sand, shingle-beds, and willow-grown islands is almost topped by the water, but in normal seasons the bushes bend and rustle in the free winds, showing their silver leaves to the sunshine in an ever-moving plain of bewildering beauty. These willows never attain to the dignity of trees; they have no rigid trunks; they remain humble bushes, with rounded tops and soft outline, swaying on slender stems that answer to the least pressure of the wind; supple as grasses, and so continually shifting that they somehow give the impression that the entire plain is moving and alive. For the wind sends waves rising and falling over the whole surface, waves of leaves instead of waves of water, green swells like the sea, too, until the branches turn and lift, and then silvery white as their underside turns to the sun. En *Los sauces*, nos encontramos dos excursionistas que bajan por el cauce del Danubio en lo que iba a ser un viaje de placer. A una determinada altura del río donde se forma una isla artificial deciden acampar y pasar la noche para no adentrarse más en una zona especialmente complicada. La estancia en la isleta se hace cada vez más opresiva; en esa zona donde los sauces dominan el horizonte, ambos sienten una presencia terrible y no humana que amenaza su cordura y quizá algo más. Blackwood apuesta por una naturaleza inhóspita, salvaje, que va más allá de lo puramente animista. Los personajes intuyen en su entorno una fuerza que va más a