One warm autumn day your hands are reaching out an old apple tree to pick up a ripe juicy fruit. Smelling delicate flavour of fresh apples, you are bending down to take fallen fruit from the ground. How many fruit will you gather? Will they be fresh or rotten? Will they do for a pie, jam or feed for pigs? Will the tree yield a good crop next fall? What will you do after harvest time?
These are the questions that come to my mind while reading Robert Frost's "After Apple-Picking”. The lyrics makes you think how trivial the life is or get absorbed in the reflection of some Bible scenes, and then you ponder on your own life gains. Throughout the poem, there is a strong feeling that the author is depicting the scene of life assessment before going from hence into the other world. It is no way the day of reckoning as the author’s words are gentle, content yet, at times shaded with sadness.
The poem starts with the introducing a person who is going to die. The two-pointed ladder leant against the tree symbolises the ways to heaven or hell. I cannot say exactly whether the speaker has to choose between these roads or it is beyond his control. Anyway, it’s time to go to long rest. The speaker compares his departure from life with a winter sleep. He is feeling the pace of coming death.
When talking about the end of apple-picking, his words imply disappointment as well as satisfaction. But on the whole, he is glad to have gathered quite enough fruit and have touched thousands of them before he finished. A soul stirring moment is when he holds ripe apples in his hands attempting not to drop them. I feel like he is holding the most precious events of his life, the times when he was happy and content. A great many fruits he had been able to pick up carefully placing into the barrel. Of course, some fruit fell down, got bruised and partially spoilt. However, there is no need trouble as they can do well to apple cider. The thing is that all of them are not wasted and used for the purpose. The spoilt fruit is an analogy to deeds the author failed or had done not very well. Still, there are some half-filled barrels left and thus, the author shows regret of something he has missed or hasn’t blossomed forth.
All the time the speaker is reflecting staying conscious till the very end. Moreover, he finds the meanings he had never considered properly. It is so important to be able to take an unbiased look at yourself just before passing away, isn’t it? Who knows how you will be judged after death…
One warm autumn day your hands are reaching out an old apple tree to pick up a ripe juicy fruit. Smelling delicate flavour of fresh apples, you are bending down to take fallen fruit from the ground.