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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse.  1912–22.
Running Vines in a Field
By H. L. Davis
From “Primapara”

LOOK up, you loose-haired women in the field,
From work, and thoughtless picking at the ground.
Cease for a little: pay me a little heed.
It is early: the red leaves of the blackberry vines
Are hoar with frosty dew, the ground’s still wet,        5
There is vapor over toward the summer fallow.
And you three make a garden, being put by—
Since you are too old for love you make a garden?
It is love with me, and not these dark red frosty leaves
The vines of which you root for garden-space.        10
You will be concerned, you three used up and set by:
I could speak of the red vines, of pastures, of young trees;
And you would dibble at love as you do the vine-roots.
It is early, but before your backs be warmed,
And before all this dew be cleared and shed,        15
I shall be half among your hearts with speech:
Love, and my sorrow, the disastrous passages,
So that you’ll cease all gardening, dangle dark red
Vines in your hands not knowing it, and whisper.
They forget me for a little pride of old time.        20

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