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Robert Frost - After Apple-Picking

My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still,
And there's a barrel that I didn't fill
Beside it, and there may be two or three
Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.
But I am done with apple-picking now.
Essence of winter sleep is on the night,
The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.
I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight
I got from looking through a pane of glass
I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough
And held against the world of hoary grass.
It melted, and I let it fall and break.
But I was well
Upon my way to sleep before it fell,
And I could tell
What form my dreaming was about to take.
Magnified apples appear and disappear,
Stem end and blossom end,
And every fleck of russet showing dear.
My instep arch not only keeps the ache,
It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round.
I feel the ladder sway as the boughs bend.
And I keep hearing from the cellar bin
The rumbling sound
Of load on load of apples coming in.
For I have had too much
Of apple-picking: I am overtired
Of the great harvest I myself desired.
There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch,
Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall.
For all
That struck the earth,
No matter if not bruised or spiked with stubble,
Went surely to the cider-apple heap
As of no worth.
One can see what will trouble
This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is.
Were he not gone,
The woodchuck could say whether it's like his
Long sleep, as I describe its coming on,
Or just some human sleep.

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After Apple-Picking - Comments and Information

Poet: Robert Frost
Poem: 4. After Apple-Picking
Volume: North of Boston
Year: Published/Written in 1914
Poem of the Day: Apr 26 2003

Comment 29 of 29, added on March 17th, 2008 at 11:03 PM.

Damn, I'm going to write this up again. I pressed post comment but it's gone and I don't see it anywhere.
So people who unfortunately missed my BITE into the apple poem, I'm going to reiterate my points.
So in nutshell... crap I gotta go

Stephanie from Korea, South
Comment 28 of 29, added on March 17th, 2008 at 10:57 PM.

Hi, I'm a daughter of farmer in South Korea. As you know from "Wikipedia", Korea's economy is primarily based on exporting apples. Apples used in Fruit-by-the-Foot are from Korea! Interesting, huh?
That aside, I want to take a bite into this juicy poetry. MMMMMM yum~ :) So, delicious, crimson apples in the poem represent the health of the humanity. We all know the saying, "a doctor a day, keeps apples away." So in essence, the whole poetry is about conserving the economy over the well-being of doctors. :) I hope this was insightful and helped out a lot of you. You guys were going quite a wrong direction.
If you want more insight and wisdom from me, you can add me on Facebook at Stephanie Char- I look like a tadpole )))

Stephanie from Korea, South
Comment 27 of 29, added on February 8th, 2008 at 5:43 PM.

The poem “After Apple Picking” is an expression of Robert Frost’s feelings toward the quickly passing season of apple picking. This poem revolves around his drowsy state while picking the apples were her ‘hallucinates’.

Hugh Jass from Canada

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