After apple picking by robert frost essays
The poem describes how, after a strenuous day of apple-picking, the speaker dreams in which his previous activities return to him ‘magnified’, blurred and distorted by memory and sleep. On a deeper level, however, it presents us with an experience in which the world of normal consciousness and the world that lies beyond it meet and mingle. ‘I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight’, says the narrator, and this strangeness, the ‘essence of winter sleep’, is something he shares with the reader.
From the outset, nature seems to have become alien to the speaker. Thefirst section concludes with the speaker’s commenting that he is no longer interested in picking apples, in appropriating nature to his own uses: “But I am done with apple-picking now.” The parallel between his drowsiness and the “essence of winter sleep” is, at best, tenuous, held together by an uncommitted colon in the last line of the statement, “Essence of winter sleep is on the night, The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.” The “essence,” in short, is more directly associated with “the scent of apples” than with the speaker’s sleep
The central problems of the poem are posed in the opening lines of its conclusion with the introduction of the ambiguous word “trouble” and the provocative image of “sleep”: “One can see what will trouble This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is.” Although the trouble and the “sleep” are intimately connected in the lines, for purposes of analysis it is best to keep them separate. The speaker himself does so, since he apparently knows what will trouble his sleep but is uncertain about the kind of sleep overtaking him. Arranged in the order most convenient for answering them, two questions emerge in “After Apple-Picking”: What is the nature of the sleep? What is the nature of the trouble?
If the speaker is divorced from nature, then what would “just some human sleep” be? One can concede that the speaker is phys