The Cow In Apple-Time

Something inspires the only cow of late
To make no more of a wall than an open gate,
And think no more of wall-builders than fools.
Her face is flecked with pomace and she drools
A cider syrup. Having tasted fruit,
She scorns a pasture withering to the root.
She runs from tree to tree where lie and sweeten.
The windfalls spiked with stubble and worm-eaten.
She leaves them bitten when she has to fly.
She bellows on a knoll against the sky.
Her udder shrivels and the milk goes dry.

by Robert Frost

Comments (6)

I worked harvesting tobacco in the Connecticut valley one summer and often passed pastures with many cows, and being an admirer of the poet Robert Frost, found this poet very powerfully descriptive of the many country scenes we passed each day. I just love this poem.
This poem has compared to the delimma of Adam and Eve to, that of the cow. Anyone read this observation too?
there is no stopping a cow when its mind is made up, apples or grass?
Frost's observation of the lone cow unveils a day in the life of a drunken cow. Whatever the moral, he found it interesting. And we get to see what a drunk cow is like.
I'll give it another go! Frost is delighted by the cow's unpredictable behaviour -see his choice of the word 'inspires' in the first line. The animal is clearly behaving like a drunken fool, and part of Frost's delight is that such behaviour is not confined to humans. The sonnet is a celebration of the eccentric and unpredictable, whatever form it may take.
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