I could consider Robert Frost as one of my favorite poets because when he writes, he uses such vivid imagery that it isn't an overkill, but it more clearly explains what is going on [unlike Emily Dickenson].
When I read After Apple Picking, the first thing I thought was this entire poem is an extended metaphor. It is a metaphor for starting something with passion and excitement and watching it slowly fizzle out as the task continues on. Humans have that weakness, that temptation to quit something when they do not have their whole heart into it.
"And I keep hearing from the cellar bin
The rumbling sound
Of load on load of apples coming in.
For I have hadtoo much
Of apple-picking; I am overtired
Of the great harvest I myself desired."
Actually, that quote reminds me of myself at times when I take on too many things at once and just get tired of doing them all. I like to be busy 24/7, but there are days that I become so worn out that I just want to quit everything I am doing and just sit down for a while. The poem goes on to talk about how "all that struck the earth, no matter if not bruised or spiked with stubble, went surely to the cider-apple heap," which gives the impression that it doesn't really matter if there are imperfections as long as it is the best it can be, it will be used. More people need to realize this in life. Even if something is not perfect or exactly as planned, it can still have the best outcome possible.
When I read After Apple Picking, the first thing I thought was this entire poem is an extended metaphor. It is a metaphor for starting something with passion and excitement and watching it slowly fizzle out as the task continues on. Humans have that weakness, that temptation to quit something when they do not have their whole heart into it.
"And I keep hearing from the cellar bin
The rumbling sound
Of load on load of apples coming in.
For I have hadtoo much
Of apple-picking; I am overtired
Of the great harvest I myself desired."
Actually, that quote reminds me of myself at times when I take on too many things at once and just get tired of doing them all. I like to be busy 24/7, but there are days that I become so worn out that I just want to quit everything I am doing and just sit down for a while. The poem goes on to talk about how "all that struck the earth, no matter if not bruised or spiked with stubble, went surely to the cider-apple heap," which gives the impression that it doesn't really matter if there are imperfections as long as it is the best it can be, it will be used. More people need to realize this in life. Even if something is not perfect or exactly as planned, it can still have the best outcome possible.
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