When I had sown the field, the day's work was over.

It is done almost automatically, without hindthought, and such a press exists in other countries too.

A ground man is polishing the newly mended nose, rubbing every bit of dirt from it, so that the bombardier may have a good sight of his target.

[…] the accidents of itinerary — everything that can be overheard or spied out: everything (in a phrase he used in one of his poems) between the foremath and the aftermath, the early growth and the after growth of the intended harvest.