After Apple-Picking (1914)

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After Apple-Picking (1914)

Post by Guest on Thu 28 Feb 2008, 9:36 pm

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....... 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 clear.
....... 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.

Note:

Robert Frost in 1946, in an essay for The Atlantic Monthly . . .
"There are many other things I have found myself saying about poetry, but the chiefest of these is that it is metaphor, saying one thing and meaning another, saying one thing in terms of another, the pleasure of ulteriority."

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Re: After Apple-Picking (1914)

Post by Guest on Thu 05 Jun 2008, 2:32 am

A lovely poem my frien with great subject matter and a nice flow of words . Just great
bobby

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Re: After Apple-Picking (1914)

Post by BC Williams on Fri 06 Jun 2008, 7:05 am

I can just smell the apples . . . You are one of my favorite poets. Your style is fresh still, after all these years . . . and if I were to emulate another - it may just be I chose your mentorship ~

Thanks, Frost . . . bev

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