Classic and Contemporary Poetry
UNHARVESTED, by ROBERT FROST Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: A scent of ripeness from over a wall. Last Line: So smelling their sweetness would be no theft Subject(s): Harvest | ||||||||
A scent of ripeness from over a wall. And come to leave the routine road And look for what had made me stall, There sure enough was an apple tree That had eased itself of its summer load, And of all but its trivial foliage free, Now breathed as light as a lady's fan. For there had been an apple fall As complete as the apple had given man. The ground was one circle of solid red. May something go always unharvested! May much stay out of our stated plan, Apples or something forgotten and left, So smelling their sweetness would be no theft. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STORM AT HOPTIME by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE LAST MAN by ELEANOR WILNER THE HOCK-CART, OR HARVEST HOME by ROBERT HERRICK HARVEST SONG by LUDWIG HENRICH CHRISTOPH HOLTY HARVEST MOON: 1914 by JOSEPHINE PRESTON PEABODY ANTIQUE HARVESTERS by JOHN CROWE RANSOM THE POTATO HARVEST by CHARLES GEORGE DOUGLAS ROBERTS |
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