The glassy piece of ice - which distorts, transforms and makes the familiar seem strange - is, like Keats' nightingale, a symbol of art. He is only falling asleep in this poem, and he does not yet know which sleep his will be. The poet wavered between a sleep-wake condition. It could also be that the apple-picking is symbolic for all the hardships one has to face in life, before embracing death. Its duration will determine its nature.
Presumably men do not go into physical hibernation for months. And there is a barrel I did not fill 4. He is saying that he is tired and dead from apple picking. He sees numerous apples even more than ten thousand, all of great magnitude. In some respects, this poem is simply about apple picking.
It is a proud poem, as if its very life depends upon a refusal to justify itself by any open evidence of what it is up to. Aishani India Posted on 2008-11-04 by a guest. . His wife was a major inspiration in his poetry until she died in 1938. From the depiction of the right around him, the poet-speaker turns to a description of the sound.
First, you can infer this poem does not take place in modern day time. Picture the speaker in the poem pulling off apple after apple from the tree, hours on end up that two-pointed ladder, with sore feet and aching muscles, relieved to have finished yet uncertain of a troubled sleep to come. Fragrance and sleep blend, as sight and touch merge in I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight. This is his way of accepting his final sleep. This speaker is far too wrapped up in the material details of apple-picking to have any thoughts about a deity. Sorry guys i got to go now. 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.
This means that the narrator has spent all day picking apples, and is now exhausted by the work. Such things reify the potent opacity of the word, which is invested with an entire history of meanings, incrementally awakened within the volatile substance of the poem. There are three main reasons for the company becoming so remarkable. After the whole day's labour he felt quite exhausted. The most popular reading rejects the possibility of death. They can certainly please the ear and introduce texture and echo. It specializes in designing, developing, and marketing computer products and services.
It is appropriate to the whole intention of the poem that where the apple-picker sets out wakefully to accomplish what he has all along been doing in a daze, unconsciously - to make metaphors and to generalize on his experience - the result is a tangle of confusions. They support this notion by reference to the word 'heaven' in the second line. The Apple Company is a multinational corporation that provides consumer electronics, personal computers, computer software and commercial servers. He talks about 'ten thousand thousand' fruit, exaggeration for a very large quantity of apples which had to be carefully unloaded into the barrels. Frost aims to arouse a mood of hesitation and drowsiness, where the speaker would about to drop off to sleep and would be no longer in control of his thoughts of apple. The second is that it is a metaphor for the Bible story of Adam and Eve.
He could only fill half of the container and after the activity has been completed he becomes disgusted with his drudgery. Each phase of reminiscence or reflection forms a unit of syntax, all except two without a final stop within the unit; and each unit becomes in effect a stanza marked off by one or two rhyming 'seals. Quite possibly the image so retained is magnified. The sleep of the woodchuck is the sleep of winter, and winter, in the metaphoric language of seasons, has strong associations with death. Words are signs of natural facts. The harvest of apples can be read as a harvest of any human effort--study, laying bricks, writing poetry, etc. The dreamy confusion of the rhythm, the curiously 'echoing' effect of the irregular, unpredictable rhyme scheme, the mixing of tenses, tones, and senses, the hypnotic repetition of sensory detail: all these things promote a transformation of reality that comes, paradoxically, from a close observation of the real, its shape, weight, and fragrance, rather than any attempt to soar above it: Magnified apples appear and disappear, Stem end and blossom end, And every fleck of russet showing clear.
The dreamer enjoys himself with the same tastes, colours, smells and the pleasures of touch. Given Frost's larger poetic world, this meaning is the most likely. They keep the reader on her toes, awake, while the speaker drifts off into oblivion. Both of them were graduates of the University of Wisconsin. The poem is about a man at the end of his life. The narrator describes his work as an apple-picker, and the utmost care that they all have to take when picking apples. I believe that Robert Frost is referring to the things in his life he regrets.
Robert Frost Robert Frost was a traditional American poet. Yet is the impending death destructive or creative? As Frost himself wrote in one of many notebooks: Pertinax Let chaos storm! At this point, we've nearly forgotten heap. His father, Abdulfattah Jandali, was a Syrian political science professor and his mother, Jonne Schieble worked as a speech therapist. Kazim Posted on 2007-03-10 by a guest Post your Analysis Message This may only be an analysis of the writing. 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. Enough correspondences between the human and natural worlds exist to dictate this as one possible kind of sleep. He has picked countless apples over the years, and remembers how he always looked forward to the harvest season.
Picture the poet about to embark on a new creative venture, having gained inspiration from the mythological connections to a fruit and some pecker-fretted apple trees. With this poem, Frost has given the world a piece of writing that every individual can relate to, especially when it comes to the concept of choices and opportunities in life. Brower has written meticulously about its rhythmic form, but he has not let himself feel the deeper pulsations in its metaphors. The reader is taken straight to the farm orchard and the image of ladder and tree, perhaps a symbol of some religious feeling deep down in the speaker. 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. The poet leaves the end of the poem open. In these lines, he gives a personal perspective of how he is willing to accept the direction of his life.