After Apple Picking Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBACCDEDFEFGHHHGIJI GKLKLMKKMNNOPQOPRSRT Q| My long two pointed ladder's sticking through a tree | A |
| Toward heaven still | B |
| And there's a barrel that I didn't fill | B |
| Beside it and there may be two or three | A |
| Apples I didn't pick upon some bough | C |
| But I am done with apple picking now | C |
| Essence of winter sleep is on the night | D |
| The scent of apples I am drowsing off | E |
| I cannot shake the shimmer from my sight | D |
| I got from looking through a pane of glass | F |
| I skimmed this morning from the water trough | E |
| And held against the world of hoary grass | F |
| It melted and I let it fall and break | G |
| But I was well | H |
| Upon my way to sleep before it fell | H |
| And I could tell | H |
| What form my dreaming was about to take | G |
| Magnified apples appear and reappear | I |
| Stem end and blossom end | J |
| And every fleck of russet showing clear | I |
| My instep arch not only keeps the ache | G |
| It keeps the pressure of a ladder round | K |
| And I keep hearing from the cellar bin | L |
| That rumbling sound | K |
| Of load on load of apples coming in | L |
| For I have had too much | M |
| Of apple picking I am overtired | K |
| Of the great harvest I myself desired | K |
| There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch | M |
| Cherish in hand lift down and not let fall | N |
| For all | N |
| That struck the earth | O |
| No matter if not bruised or spiked with stubble | P |
| Went surely to the cider apple heap | Q |
| As of no worth | O |
| One can see what will trouble | P |
| This sleep of mine whatever sleep it is | R |
| Were he not gone | S |
| The woodchuck could say whether it's like his | R |
| Long sleep as I describe its coming on | T |
| Or just some human sleep | Q |
Robert Lee Frost
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