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I couldn’t do it again,

I can hardly bear to look at it —

in the garden, in light rain

the young couple planting

a row of peas, as though

no one has ever done this before,

the great difficulties have never as yet

been faced and solved —

They cannot see themselves,

in fresh dirt, starting up

without perspective,

the hills behind them pale green, clouded with

            flowers —

She wants to stop;

he wants to get to the end,

to stay with the thing —

Look at her, touching his cheek

to make a truce, her fingers

cool with spring rain;

in thin grass, bursts of purple crocus —

even here, even at the beginning of love,

her hand leaving his face makes

an image of departure

and they think

they are free to overlook

this sadness.