Such a sleep, induced by physical and mental fatigue, is not a function of man's uncertain values. I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight I got from looking through a pane of glass I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough. Commentary First, a comment on form. But I was well Upon my way to sleep before it fell, And I could tell What form my dreaming was about to take. This rhythmic variation helps create interest whilst also challenging the reader as they scan each line and produce the sounds and invest in the meaning.
It's a bit like listening to different notes of hand-bells played in harmony. But I was well Upon my way to sleep before it fell, And I could tell What form my dreaming was about to take. This drifting form supports Frost's emphasis on the sense of waking and dream like state, just as the narrator of the poem does. Gone is the speaker's sense of relative values. Magnified apples appear and disappear, Stem end and blossom end, And every fleck of russet showing clear. In the dream, there is freedom from the load of work.
The slight elevation of 'One can see' recalls the more mysterious seeing of the morning, just as the almost banal lyricism of 'This sleep of mine' sustains the rhythm of dream-confusion. Presumably woodchucks do not dream and do not desire great harvests. 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. It is also characteristic that the figure of sound grows from a metaphorical center. What he fears is not so much death as the very state the poem has mimicked - that is, a suspension between not-life and not-death where language is narcotized toward incoherence and uncontrol.
He tells that from the cellar bin he keeps hearing the rumbling of load on load of apples coming in. Autoplay next video My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree Toward heaven still. But I am done with apple-picking now. Though I would not, with Helen Bacon, think that the two towns refer to the twin cults of Apollo and Dionysus, the poem lets itself be read as an attempted journey to poetic and personal sources where a self can be discovered this side of heaven. Copyright © 1963 by Reuben A. He thinks he has fulfilled his obligations towards his job in orchard field. .
It melted, and I let it fall and break. The very title of this poem expresses significance to the work as a whole. The narrator found a thin sheet of glass on his water trough water container when he went to get a drink of water early in the morning. Since the speaker has already done enough of apple-picking he feels overtired and fed up with the bumper harvest he has himself desired so much in the past. Since the speaker's dream, according to this account, represents an ideal rooted in the real world, his ability to dream about a job well done represents his heaven on earth. He does not want anything to do with the apples. While falling asleep he recollects the sense of strangeness that was experienced by him at the right he saw in the morning by looking through a sheet of ice which he had picked up from his drinking vessel trough.
My instep arch not only keeps the ache, It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round. Copyright © 1977 by Oxford University Press. Now he feels tired, feels sleep coming on, but wonders whether it is a normal, end-of-the-day sleep or something deeper. They can certainly please the ear and introduce texture and echo. Significantly, even as he falls into a complete sleep, the narrator is unable to discern if he is dying or merely sleeping; the two are merged completely in the essence of the oncoming winter, and Frost refuses to tell the reader what actually happens. Throughout the poem, both rhyme and line-length are manipulated and varied with subtlety. The sense of moving in and out of a dream-like state and consciousness is further exacerbated by a rhyme and metre that is, at a glance, unstructured.
It shows life is uncertain. The narrator's dream is very realistic. Critical Analysis Similar to , and , After Apple-Picking may be regarded as one of the most widely read, admired, popular and anthologised poems by Robert Frost. The meaning implied by the self-hypnosis and dreamy confusion of rhythm is finely suggested in the image of 'the world of hoary grass,' the blurred seeing of morning that anticipates the night vision. They become good for contemplation— they become bigger than life, every aspect, stem end and blossom end, every tiny fleck of russet.
The speaker's sleep won't be hibernation, or will it? The will to live and to create provides the ground for man's values. He could be entering an Alice in Wonderland kind of dreamland but here is no White Rabbit only a woodchuck a ground squirrel, a type of marmot , about to hibernate. Magnified apples appear and disappear, Stem end and blossom end, And every fleck of russet showing clear. No poem can have just one interpretation, for a poem touches the human mind in a way not many other things can. The speaker knows that there are some apples left and that the barrel isn't full but his attitude is - to hell with those apples, I've had enough. Soon, he is on his way to sleep.