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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506813" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>After Apple Picking</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree <br>Toward heaven still. <br>And there's a barrel that I didn't fill <br>Beside it, and there may be two or three <br>Apples I didn't pick upon some bough. <br>But I am done with apple-picking now. <br>Essence of winter sleep is on the night, <br>The scent of apples; I am drowsing off. <br>I cannot shake the shimmer from my sight <br>I got from looking through a pane of glass <br>I skimmed this morning from the water-trough, <br>And held against the world of hoary grass. <br>It melted, and I let it fall and break. <br>But I was well <br>Upon my way to sleep before it fell, <br>And I could tell <br>What form my dreaming was about to take. <br>Magnified apples appear and reappear, <br>Stem end and blossom end, <br>And every fleck of russet showing clear. <br>My instep arch not only keeps the ache, <br>It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round. <br>And I keep hearing from the cellar-bin <br>That rumbling sound <br>Of load on load of apples coming in. <br>For I have had too much <br>Of apple-picking; I am overtired <br>Of the great harvest I myself desired. <br>There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch, <br>Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall, <br>For all <br>That struck the earth, <br>No matter if not bruised, or spiked with stubble, <br>Went surely to the cider-apple heap <br>As of no worth. <br>One can see what will trouble <br>This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is. <br>Were he not gone, <br>The woodchuck could say whether it's like his <br>Long sleep, as I describe its coming on, <br>Or just some human sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Frost">Robert Frost</a><div class=q>
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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. 
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