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Read the poem carefully and answer the questions that follow:
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
And there's a barrel that I didn't fill
Beside it, and there may be two or three
5. Of load on load of apples coming in.
Of apple-picking: I am overtired
Of the great harvest I myself desired.
Toward heaven still
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.
I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight
I got from looking through a pane of glass
Iskimmed this morning from the drinking trough
And held against the world of hoary grass.
It melted, and I let it fall and break.
But I was well
15. Upon my way to sleep before it fell, And I could tell
What form my dreaming was about to take.
Magnified apples appear and disappear
Stem end and blossom end,
And every fleck of russet showing clear.
10. My instep arch not only keeps the ache,
It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round.
I feel the ladder sway as the boughs bend.
And I keep hearing from the cellar bin
The rumbling sound
For I have had too much.





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