The fact was that, no sooner had the sickles began to play than, the

atmosphere suddenly felt as if cress would grow in it without other

nourishment. It rubbed people's cheeks like damp flannel when they 

walked abroad. There was a gusty, high warm wind: isolated

would flap out like a quickly opened fan, throw the pattern of the window

upon the floor of the room in a milky, colourless shine, and

withdraw as suddenly as it had passed.

Read the poem below and answer the question

Dillgent foot-worker
legs lithe, foot loose
to frantic drums
and frenetic flutes
Acrobat strokes swift in the air
wrought masterly like
a frenzied antelope
Gyrating to the April music
of the lush Savannah