In the second stanza, the poet is observing :
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Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests: snug as a gun.
Under my window, a clean rasping sound
When the spade sings into gravelly ground.
My father, digging, I look down
Till his straining rump among the flowerbeds
Bends low, comes up twenty years away
Stooping in rhythm through potato drills,
Where he was digging
The coarse boot nestled on the lug, the shaft
Against the inside knee was levered firmly.
He rooted out tall tops, buried the bright edge deep.
To scatter new potatoes that we picked,
Loving their cool hardness in our hands.
In the second stanza, the poet is observing :
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Correct answer: (C) his father digging potatoes
Explanation
In the second stanza the poet looks down at 'My father, digging' and recalls him stooping 'through potato drills'.