After Picking Apples
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After Apple-Picking
[#] By Robert Frost
[1] My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
[2] Toward heaven still,
[3] And there's a barrel that I didn't fill
[4] Beside it, and there may be two or three
[5] Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.
[6] But I am done with apple-picking now.
[7] Essence of winter sleep is on the night,
[8] The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.
[9] I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight
[10] I got from looking through a pane of glass
[11] I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough
[12] And held against the world of hoary grass.
[13] It melted, and I let it fall and break.
[14] But I was well
[15] Upon my way to sleep before it fell,
[16] And I could tell
[17] What form my dreaming was about to take.
[18] Magnified apples appear and disappear,
[19] Stem end and blossom end,
[20] And every fleck of russet showing clear.
[21] My instep arch not only keeps the ache,
[22] It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round.
[23] I feel the ladder sway as the boughs bend.
[24] And I keep hearing from the cellar bin
[25] The rumbling sound
[26] Of load on load of apples coming in.
[27] For I have had too much
[28] Of apple-picking: I am overtired
[29] Of the great harvest I myself desired.
[30] There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch,
[31] Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall.
[32] For all
[33] That struck the earth,
[34] No matter if not bruised or spiked with stubble,
[35] Went surely to the cider-apple heap
[36] As of no worth.
[37] One can see what will trouble
[38] This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is.
[39] Were he not gone,
[40] The woodchuck could say whether it's like his
[41] Long sleep, as I describe its coming on,
[42] Or just some human sleep.
After Apple Picking-An Analysis
By Rajeswary M
Matrix Number : ??
The poem entitled ‘After Apple Picking’ generally depicts man’s and his reaction literally during and after apple picking....
[#] By Robert Frost
[1] My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
[2] Toward heaven still,
[3] And there's a barrel that I didn't fill
[4] Beside it, and there may be two or three
[5] Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.
[6] But I am done with apple-picking now.
[7] Essence of winter sleep is on the night,
[8] The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.
[9] I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight
[10] I got from looking through a pane of glass
[11] I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough
[12] And held against the world of hoary grass.
[13] It melted, and I let it fall and break.
[14] But I was well
[15] Upon my way to sleep before it fell,
[16] And I could tell
[17] What form my dreaming was about to take.
[18] Magnified apples appear and disappear,
[19] Stem end and blossom end,
[20] And every fleck of russet showing clear.
[21] My instep arch not only keeps the ache,
[22] It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round.
[23] I feel the ladder sway as the boughs bend.
[24] And I keep hearing from the cellar bin
[25] The rumbling sound
[26] Of load on load of apples coming in.
[27] For I have had too much
[28] Of apple-picking: I am overtired
[29] Of the great harvest I myself desired.
[30] There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch,
[31] Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall.
[32] For all
[33] That struck the earth,
[34] No matter if not bruised or spiked with stubble,
[35] Went surely to the cider-apple heap
[36] As of no worth.
[37] One can see what will trouble
[38] This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is.
[39] Were he not gone,
[40] The woodchuck could say whether it's like his
[41] Long sleep, as I describe its coming on,
[42] Or just some human sleep.
After Apple Picking-An Analysis
By Rajeswary M
Matrix Number : ??
The poem entitled ‘After Apple Picking’ generally depicts man’s and his reaction literally during and after apple picking....