greykit.poetry — #sleep
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1914
[robert-frost]
After Apple-Picking
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.
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