"After Apple-Picking" English Powerpoint
Transcript: "After Apple-Picking" Imagery Elements "After Apple-Picking" By Robert Frost Bailee, Mariah & Alyssa ~Born in San Francisco, California on March 26, 1874 ~Sold his first poem in 1894 "My Butterfly: An Elegy" ~He is known for writhing about the landscape of the New England area. ~Frost lived and taught in Massachusetts and Vermont ~Died in Boston on January 29th, 1963. "The scent of apples" "rumbling sound" "There were ten thousand fruit to touch" 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. Frost The harvest symbolizes growth and creativity Robert Robert Frost "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. Images Extended Metaphor The entire poem is an extended metaphor about life and what he didn't do before he died. The author is drowsy from a long day of apple-picking but he doesn't know if it is normal sleep or death. The author talks about an empty barrel that he didn't fill is the things he didn't do before he died. This whole poem is a metaphor for things he didn't accomplish before his death. Meaning Symbolism Biography Rhyme Robert Frost After Apple-Picking
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