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After Apple Picking by Robert Frost. “We still ask students to think, but we seldom tell them what thinking means; we seldom tell them that it is just putting this and that together; it is just saying one thing in terms of another. To tell them is to set their feet on the first rung

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After apple picking by robert frost

After Apple Picking

by Robert Frost


After apple picking by robert frost

“We still ask students to think,

but we seldom tell them what thinking means;

we seldom tell them that it is just

putting this and that together;

it is just saying one thing in terms of another.

To tell them is to set their feet on the first rung

of a ladder the top of which

sticks through the sky." Robert Frost in an interview.


After apple picking by robert frost

My long two-pointed ladder's sticking

through a treeToward heaven still,And there's a barrel that I didn't fillBeside it, and there may be two or threeApples I didn't pick upon some bough.


After apple picking by robert frost

But I am done with apple-picking now.


After apple picking by robert frost

Essence of winter sleep is on the night,The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.I cannot rub the strangeness from my sightI got from looking through a pane of glassI skimmed this morning from the

drinking troughAnd held against the world of hoary grass.


After apple picking by robert frost

It melted, and I let it fall and break.But I was wellUpon my way to sleep before it fell,And I could tellWhat form my dreaming was about to take.


After apple picking by robert frost

Magnified apples appear and disappear,Stem end and blossom end,And every fleck of russet showing clear.


After apple picking by robert frost

My instep arch not only keeps the ache,It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round.


After apple picking by robert frost

I feel the ladder sway as the boughs

bend.And I keep hearing from the cellar

binThe rumbling soundOf load on load of apples coming in.For I have had too muchOf apple-picking:

I am overtiredOf the great harvest

I myself desired.


After apple picking by robert frost

There were ten thousand thousand

fruit to touch,Cherish in hand, lift down,

and not let fall.For allThat struck the earth,No matter if not bruised or spiked

with stubble,Went surely to the cider-apple heapAs of no worth.


After apple picking by robert frost

One can see what will troubleThis sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is.Were he not gone,The woodchuck could say

whether it's like hisLong sleep, as I describe its coming on,Or just some human sleep.


After apple picking by robert frost

My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a treeToward heaven still,And there's a barrel that I didn't fillBeside it, and there may be two or threeApples 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 sightI got from looking through a pane of glassI skimmed this morning from the drinking troughAnd held against the world of hoary grass.It melted, and I let it fall and break.But I was wellUpon my way to sleep before it fell,And I could tellWhat 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.


After apple picking by robert frost

I feel the ladder sway as the boughs bend.And I keep hearing from the cellar binThe rumbling soundOf load on load of apples coming in.For I have had too muchOf apple-picking: I am overtiredOf the great harvest I myself desired.There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch,Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall.For allThat struck the earth,No matter if not bruised or spiked with stubble,Went surely to the cider-apple heapAs of no worth.One can see what will troubleThis sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is.Were he not gone,The woodchuck could say whether it's like hisLong sleep, as I describe its coming on,Or just some human sleep.


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