Analysis Of The Poem ' After Apple Picking ' Essay

1905 WordsDec 15, 20168 Pages
"After Apple-Picking" As an illustration of the "honest duplicity" of Frost 's better verses, the early lyric "After Apple-Picking," although often analyzed, serves ideally. Some readers admire this poem because the deceptive simplicity of its surface picture has charmed them with a rich vision of idyllic New England harvest. Others treasure the poem as exemplifying the truth of John Ciardi 's reminder that "a poem is never about what it seems to be about":52 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
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