Sunday, June 28, 2009

Day 1 - Emergency IT Lesson 1: Figurative Language

After Apple-Picking by 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.
But I am done with apple-picking now.
Essence of winter sleep is on the night,
The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.
1*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 dear.
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.
2*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,
4*The woodchuck could say whether it's like his
Long sleep, as I describe its coming on,
Or just some human sleep.
1*Symbolism
2*Hyperbole
4*Personification
I feel that Mr Frost used these techniques because he wanted to link his poem of contradiction and insanity to what we are familliar with . He also wanted to add some life and emphasize on the insanity of his poem by making the woodchuck talk.
I like this poem beacuse i can relate to it very well . It talks about the work he once desired and now hates as it was making him lose his sleep . Even if he gets to sleep , all he is dreaming about are apples . Its is about human tiredness which leads him to the other world of talking birds and flying apples , the world of insanity.He hopes that this work that is driving him crazy to end , hope that winter would come , bringing an end to the harvest season but he knows the best , that it has only begun ;)

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