“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.”
Quote by Robert Frost
Work
Selected Early Poems of Robert Frost
Robert Frost's early poetry is celebrated for its vivid imagery, reflective tone, and exploration of rural life and nature. This compilation includes a variety of Frost's early works, offering readers a glimpse into his development as a poet and his enduring influence on American literature. more
