greykit.poetry — Robert Frost/north-of-boston

• 1914 [robert-frost] After Apple-Picking
  North of Boston

  The ladder still points at heaven and a barrel stands unfilled, but the picker is done — drowsing through a pane of hoary ice, magnified apples appearing and disappearing, unsure whether the coming sleep is the woodchuck's or just human sleep.

  #blank-verse#labour#sleep#1910s
• 1914 [robert-frost] Mending Wall
  North of Boston

  Two men walk the line each spring putting back the stones that winter and hunters threw down. One keeps saying good fences make good neighbours; the other keeps wondering what he was walling in or walling out.

  #blank-verse#neighbours#boundaries#1910s