After Apple Picking

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 shake the shimmer from my sight
I got from looking through a pane of glass
I skimmed this morning from the water-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 reappear,
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.
And I keep hearing from the cellar-bin
That 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.

by Robert Frost

Comments (5)

After Sunset! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
CONGRATULATIONS on your Poem Of The DAY, Mrs. Mueller. I cannot write as many words or as long as I wished, so that´s why I have the response in a couple of times. AD. Saturday the 9th December 2017 at 1.10 Hrs AM. West-European Time. We are a couple of hours ahead.in the USA it is now still yesterday
LAST PART: continued Congratulations with your poem of The Day, Mrs.Mueller. With the very best wishes, sincerely Sylvia Frances Chan. A TEN for your very precious words in this Poem of The Day.
I have enjoyed this Poem of the Day, magnificently worded as a lady of your age, full of wisdom and the correct words, it is very interesting, full of humor, just under the skin, never skindeep, no on the contrary, I do hope that I have this deep style full of metaphors. War and Peace is a fascinating book by L.Tolstoy. Thank you for sharing this worthy poem with tints of irony. I like it very much.
A nicely written and interesting poem.