After Apple – Picking by Robert Frost 

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Lesson –9

After Apple –Picking

                                                                 – Robert Frost


Poetry  –


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 ( शाखा )


But  I am done with apple – picking now.

Essence of  winter sleep is on the night,

The scent of apple : I am drowsing off  ( उघना )

I cannot  rub the strangeness from my sight

I got from looking through a pane of glass. ( काँच का टुकड़ा )


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

 9. After Apple – Picking by Robert Frost 

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,

This woodchuck could say whether it’s like his

Long sleep, as  I describe its  coming on ,

Or just some human  sleep.

After Apple – Picking by Robert Frost 

After Apple – Picking by Robert Frost