After Apple Picking :: After Apple Picking

After Apple Picking   In Frosts poetry any deviation, not just from the iambic foot but from the iambic pentameter line as well, is an important marker of the speakers state of mind, his control, and his capacity for irony. After Apple Picking keeps resolutely reverting to pentameter lines, but the speaker is drowsy, and the opening twelve-syllable line - My long two-pointed ladders sticking through a tree - is like the last murmured words before sleep. Of course, it also represents, as does the whole masterful structure of the poem, Frosts own precise control of tone, as he creates a speaker who is precariously upon his way to sleep. This fatigued vulnerability manifests itself in an escalating slippage of control from ten-syllable lines to foreshortened lines like For all / That struck the earth, or eleven-syllable lines like No matter if not bruised or spiked with stubble. And as the speaker moves toward an increasing acquaintance of the symbolic underpinnings of his exhaust ion, which is the result not just of his picking apples but of other more visceral frustrations and fears, the frequency of these variations increases. (Lines 1, 2, 14, 16, 18, 19, 25, 27, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 39, and 42 vary from the pentameter only lines 18 and 34 are extra-syllabic.) His awareness and fear of this loss of control are manifested in the final lines The woodchuck could say whether its like his Long sleep, as I make its coming on, Or just some human sleep. What he fears is not so much death as the very state the poem has mimicked - that is, a suspension between not-life and not-death where language is narcotized toward incoherence and uncontrol. . . . . Matter . . . makes itself felt even as it capitulates to its own variable nature. If the apple will fall in After Apple Picking, if it, like the speaker on his way to dreaming, is about to go bruised to the cider heap where it will be pressed into an essence of itself, it all the same maintains through all its tr ansmutations an identifiable appleness. The apple holds, against the authoritative prosodic erosion of waking reality into dream state, its own sensual place as an innate ingredient in the spell to which the speaker is succumbing.