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Comment 30 of 80, added on October 30th, 2008 at 6:00 PM.
Im a student doing this poem for a project. I think this poem is about an
old man who is an expert at apple picking. He's old and at the end of his
life and knows that this is probably his last time apple picking before the
winter comes. He's describing how he takes them off the tree and places
them in a bucket and sends them off. But he's too tired so he cannot fill
the other bucket and leaves the ones that have dropped on the ground. His
is a n old and tired apple picker, but he knows what he's doing. He
cherishes the apples like they were jewls. That's what my first analysis of
the poem was
Nikki from United States
Comment 29 of 80, 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 80, 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 80, 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
Comment 26 of 80, added on July 5th, 2007 at 5:27 PM.
I feel that in this Poem Frost speaks simply of lifes choices (the two
pronged ladder) . the wrong an right of life .. the choices we make.
Its very clear to me, that as he approaches the end of his own life. He
ponders his achievements ..and wonders as to what others may have accured
or not if he had chosen another direction. ( There is a barrel I didnt fill
and two or three apples I didnt pick ).
He is exhausted from his musings ..knowing that he could ponder these
thoughts endlessly. Knowing that the roads not traveled and choices not
made are just as endless. (There are thousands thousands fruit to cherish
in hand, touch, lift down an not let fall.)
He suggests to us his readers ..that in life there are so many things to
cherish .. touch, lift down and not let fall. but simply not enough time
to do all. and so it is lost to us. In each passing day.
(This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is . Long sleep, as I discribe
its coming on , or Just some human sleep.)
Simply put ..live life ..each day. Know that your choices are what they
are. Embrace the abundance of pleasure. and regret not the choices unmade.
for all too soon. It is over.
Celticlace from United States
Comment 25 of 80, added on May 23rd, 2007 at 10:05 AM.
I have been studying Frost fro my final exams, and this poem I feel is
misunderstood. The simple language, in this poem , expresses his tiredness
and his exhaustion! from what? I have heard various interpetations of this
poem, and it appears to me, that we are loooking, and analysising his poem,
out of context. He is simply, in my opinion, weary from apple-picking:
"For I am done with apple-picking now"
He says without pretense, yet there are many opinions, that say his is
considering giving up poetry! This, I have been told, is the silent
'metaphor' throughout the poem, that Frost's poetry have often two meanings
to the. Yet in this poem, I feel, there is not:
" OF apple picking, I am over-tired"
"The Road Not Taken", for example, is also another poem, that has a very
direct message. We can relate to Frost, because we can emphathise with him,
as we all must at some stage of our lives.
This poem, is ripped to shreads, and metaphors are extracted from its
content, where there are none. As we know, all evidence seems to indicate
that this agrument is true, because where would we be now, if Frost had
meant giving up on poetry?
Christina Collins from Ireland
Comment 24 of 80, added on January 29th, 2007 at 9:40 AM.
it is about apple picking!!!
Comment 23 of 80, added on January 10th, 2007 at 4:05 PM.
Poetry is art. Art looks like something at face value, but always has a
deeper meaning. Taking into account the fact that Robert Frost was no
imbecile, and the fact that his poems are known for their metaphorical
approach, we can safely say that it is not merely about a farmer.
The whole point of published poetry, in my opinion, is to be interpreted
more than to express the poet's opinions. Allow people to give their own
personal interpretations. Do not dismiss people's analytical input. I
personally disagree with the interpretations which states the poem is
chauvinistic. But I shall not dismiss it. Many believe that we read too
much into this poem, but i disagree.
I personally believe that this poem is about life. The two pointed ladder
is life itself, and the persona has reached the top. Apples are the goals
and achievements in life. I won't go on echoing what many have said
earlier. But i agree with them
from United Kingdom
Comment 22 of 80, added on June 12th, 2006 at 9:28 AM.
it is quite probable that we are reading too much into the poem's meaning.
Frost could have been describing the extreme exhaustion the harvestor was
feeling after a more strenuous day of apple picking. Given his own personal
experience with farming he is probably only talking about an extra hard day
of backbreaking farming activity; sheer physical exhaustion causing him to
feel dreamy and confused..........why look for something deeper and
uma from India
Comment 21 of 80, added on March 20th, 2006 at 1:13 PM.
This is part of a short paper that I had to write analyzing a Robert Frost
poem for a class of mine. I hope it can help anyone who is looking for
analysis of "After Apple-Picking".
And if you don't agree with my views on it, that's fine, but please don't
stoop so low as to writing something like "that's not what he means at all,
you're an idiot, that's a stupid analysis, blah, blah, blah..." It's not
very becoming and frankly, it's about as rude as you can get. Frost's
poems can be interpreted in countless different ways and everyone is
entitled to their own interpretation, so please don't trash mine.
The first few lines of “After Apple Picking” tell us nearly everything we
need to know about the poem. Frost uses the words; “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… (lines 1-4)”, but what the narrator means is
that his life is ending, he’s moving on, but he still feels that he has
things left to do. The next few lines tell us that maybe the narrator does
not know how to do the things that he has left unfinished, Frost says,
“…and there may be two or three apples I didn't pick upon some bough.
(lines 4-5)”. So while the narrator is aware that he has left business
incomplete, he only knows of a few things that he could do to try to change
that. Frost’s next words are, “But I am done with apple-picking now. (line
6)”. So even though the narrator feels that he has things left to do, he
is too exhausted to continue and he has conceded to the fact that he is not
going to finish everything. In lines 7 and 8, Frost says; “Essence of
winter sleep is on the night, the scent of apples: I am drowsing off”,
using winter sleep, or hibernation, to represent the long, cold sleep that
the narrator will soon face. The narrator is so aware that his life is
ending soon that he can smell it coming to him and the thought of all of
the things the narrator has accomplished (“apples”), and those he did not
get around to doing is exhausting him even more than he already was. In
the next few lines of the poem the narrator is starting to slip away
mentally, he speaks of dreaming as in hallucinating; Frost says; “but I was
well upon my was to sleep before it fell, and I could tell what form my
dreaming was about to take. (lines 14-17)”. In line 18, Frost writes;
“Magnified apples appear and disappear, stem end and blossom end, and every
fleck of russet showing clear”, representing every detail of everything the
narrator has ever done, the good and the bad, running through the
narrator’s mind. Then the narrator is jolted back to his senses and
realizes that he is still on "the ladder". But, in the back of his mind,
he is still thinking of everything he has done and how he feels he did too
much just because he wanted to get ahead (“For I have had too much of
apple-picking: I am overtired of the great harvest I myself desired. (lines
27-29)”). It was then that the narrator realized all of the other things
he could have done in his life, Frost refers to all of the things that the
narrator did do as apples, and then he says; “There were ten thousand
thousand fruit to touch. (line 30)”, and then goes on to say that had the
narrator cherished the things he did, they may not all be just plain apples
falling into the cider-apple heap, forgotten and bruised. After explaining
this all to us, Frost and the narrator both say; “One can see what will
trouble this sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is (lines 37-38)”. The
narrator does not know what kind of sleep is coming onto him, whether it
will be the long, cold one from which he will never wake or just a normal
human sleep. The narrator knows that death is coming to him, what he does
not know is if his next rest will bring it, or the one after, but the
narrator does know that it will be soon.
Emily from United States
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