After Apple-Picking

After Apple-PickingBy Robert Frost

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.

What I like:

 To me this poem talks about at the end of a long day of apple picking, the narrator is tired and thinks about his day. He has felt sleepy and even trance-like since the early morning.He feels himself beginning to dream but cannot escape the thought of his apples. He wonders if it is the normal sleep of a tired man or the deep winter sleep of death. I feel this poem emphasizes the sense of moving between a waking and dream-like state. I like this poem because i generally like apple picking and find it to be a lot of fun. I can also relate to the idea of sleeping in and out of dreams between thoughts. Having the idea of unconscious thought while I am sleeping makes me think of previous things that have happen to me. 

1. I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough

And held against the world of hoary grass.
-This creates a vivid image of the beginning of the day and showing the excitin fresh start of the day.

2. Of the great harvest I myself desired.
-This shows what the person really want, it creates a sense of passion because now everything seems to have meaning.

3. Essence of winter sleep is on the night,

The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.
- It makes me think of the scent of apples and the peacefullness of falling asleep and dreamin of things that you desire.