"Stopping by Woods on a Snowy
The poem "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" has a cheerful and playful style. In the first part of the poem the author says "Whose woods these are I think I know./ His house is in the village, though;/ He will not see me stopping here;/ To watch his woods fill up with snow." This shows that he has a child like playfulness. "He will not see me here" means that he will not be seen in public doing this because he is reserved when others are around. The second stanza of the poem he just explains he stopped here to enjoy the surrounding beauty. Even though the lake is frozen, the forest is cold and it is getting dark, he believes it is worth his time. In the third stanza he says "He gives his harness bells a shake;/ To ask if there is some mistake./ The only other sound's the sweep;/ Of easy wind and downy flake." He questions himself at first whether he should be here enjoying the scenery, but when he is here longer he gets an answer from nature. He did not make a mistake.The last part of the poetry he begins to realize that he has errands to run and duties to perform and he sort of sobers up. He goes on to say, "And miles to go before I sleep,/ And miles to go before I sleep." He finally gets up to go but is reluctant and wis
/ And I keep hearing from the cellar bin/ The rumbling sound/ Of load on load of apples coming in. He is fed up with gathering apples all day. / I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight/ I got from looking through the a pane of glass/ I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough/ And held against the world of hoary grass. /For I have had too much/ Of the apple-picking: I am overtired/ Of the greatest harvest I myself desired. / It melted, and the I let it fall and break. The second poem "After Apple Picking" describes a person is picking apples. He says "And I could tell/ What form my dreaming was about to take/. / Essence of winter sleep is on the night,/ The scent of apples: I am drowsing off. / My instep arch not only keeps the ache,/ It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round. We see this as he says "But I am done with apple-picking now. "As the poem progresses it reveals the true feelings that the poet has for his job. / There were ten thousand and thousand fruit to touch ,/ Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall. As soon as he finish one, some other chore comes up.
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