Poem of Quotes - Poetry, Quotations, and Relationships
Home > Poets > 19th Century > Robert Frost > After Apple-Picking by Robert Frost Poem & Analysis

After Apple-Picking by Robert Frost

Analysis

"After Apple-Picking" is a poem written by Robert Frost. This poem is about wishing for something better or perhaps longing for something that isn't there. It could also be seen as a prayer to God. In this, the author is saying that he is looking towards heaven and hoping his trees will have more apples (offer him a better life).

This poem is made up of two long stanzas with a rhyme scheme of ABBACCDEDFEFGHHHGIJKLMJ in the first stanza.

Poem

After Apple-Picking
By 

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.
But I am done with apple-picking now.
Essence of winter sleep is on the night,
The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.
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
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
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,
The woodchuck could say whether it's like his
Long sleep, as I describe its coming on,
Or just some human sleep.

Next: An Old Man's Winter Night
Recommended Content
Find out more information about this poem and read others like it.

Nationality
American

Literary Movement
19th Century

Subjects
Religion, Longing, Nature, God