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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN A GLASS OF CIDER, by ROBERT FROST Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: It seemed I was a mite of sediment Last Line: The thing was to get now and then elated Subject(s): Cider | |||
It seemed I was a mite of sediment That waited for the bottom to ferment So I could catch a bubble in ascent. I rode up on one till the bubble burst, And when that left me to sink back reversed I was no worse off than I was at first. I'd catch another bubble if I waited. The thing was to get now and then elated. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BITTER-SWEET: IN THE CELLAR by JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND SUCKING CIDER THROUGH A STRAW by ANONYMOUS A DREAM OF JULIUS CAESAR by ROBERT FROST A PECK OF GOLD by ROBERT FROST A SUMMER'S GARDEN by ROBERT FROST A WINTER'S NIGHT by ROBERT FROST CAESAR'S LOST TRANSPORT SHIPS by ROBERT FROST |
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