{"id":453,"date":"2010-05-13T01:41:21","date_gmt":"2010-05-13T01:41:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=453"},"modified":"2010-05-13T01:41:21","modified_gmt":"2010-05-13T01:41:21","slug":"after-apple-picking-by-robert-frost","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/after-apple-picking-by-robert-frost\/","title":{"rendered":"After Apple-picking by Robert Frost"},"content":{"rendered":"<figure id=\"attachment_454\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-454\" style=\"width: 212px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/05\/frost.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-454 lazyload\" title=\"frost\" data-src=\"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/05\/frost-212x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"212\" height=\"300\" data-srcset=\"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/05\/frost-212x300.jpg 212w, https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/05\/frost.jpg 410w\" data-sizes=\"(max-width: 212px) 100vw, 212px\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 212px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 212\/300;\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-454\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Robert Frost (1874-1963)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">\n<h2>After Apple-picking<\/h2>\n<p>by Robert Frost<\/p>\n<p>MY long two-pointed ladder&#8217;s sticking through a tree<br \/>\nToward heaven still,<br \/>\nAnd there&#8217;s a barrel that I didn&#8217;t fill<br \/>\nBeside it, and there may be two or three<br \/>\nApples I didn&#8217;t pick upon some bough.<br \/>\nBut I am done with apple-picking now.<br \/>\nEssence of winter sleep is on the night,<br \/>\nThe scent of apples: I am drowsing off.<br \/>\nI cannot rub the strangeness from my sight<br \/>\nI got from looking through a pane of glass<br \/>\nI skimmed this morning from the drinking trough<br \/>\nAnd held against the world of hoary grass.<br \/>\nIt melted, and I let it fall and break.<br \/>\nBut I was well<br \/>\nUpon my way to sleep before it fell,<br \/>\nAnd I could tell<br \/>\nWhat form my dreaming was about to take.<br \/>\nMagnified apples appear and disappear,<br \/>\nStem end and blossom end,<br \/>\nAnd every fleck of russet showing clear.<br \/>\nMy instep arch not only keeps the ache,<br \/>\nIt keeps the pressure of a ladder-round.<br \/>\nI feel the ladder sway as the boughs bend.<br \/>\nAnd I keep hearing from the cellar bin<br \/>\nThe rumbling sound<br \/>\nOf load on load of apples coming in.<br \/>\nFor I have had too much<br \/>\nOf apple-picking: I am overtired<br \/>\nOf the great harvest I myself desired.<br \/>\nThere were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch,<br \/>\nCherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall.<br \/>\nFor all<br \/>\nThat struck the earth,<br \/>\nNo matter if not bruised or spiked with stubble,<br \/>\nWent surely to the cider-apple heap<br \/>\nAs of no worth.<br \/>\nOne can see what will trouble<br \/>\nThis sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is.<br \/>\nWere he not gone,<br \/>\nThe woodchuck could say whether it&#8217;s like his<br \/>\nLong sleep, as I describe its coming on,<br \/>\nOr just some human sleep.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>One of the greatest American Poets. Robert Frost (1874-1963). He won 4 Pulitzer Prizes for his poetry. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[84,112],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-453","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-1900s","category-frost"],"aioseo_notices":[],"amp_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/453","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=453"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/453\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=453"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=453"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=453"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}