Well-Educated Mind Poetry Reading List discussion

Apple-picking must be tiresome work for this narrator. He's done! He doesn't want to do anymore.

Considering that he is recalling his day while in bed already, and besides dreaming of sleep, he's remembering that he left his ladder in the tree, probably left behind some ripe apples upon a bough, and surely there is a half-full bucket under the tree that he did not bring inside?

He still can feel the remnants of the ladder rung pressure under his feet. Did he pick apples barefoot? I know a few people who would do that. He's so tired that he gave up on the perfect apples that fell to the ground below, and which will now have to be used for cider. Maybe he was becoming weary?

The narrator is also experiencing fleeting images of apples of different sizes and their hues, tops and bottoms. He can even catch their scent. This is what happens to our minds as we spend hours doing something repetitive, and the action, visuals, and feelings become imprinted into our senses. We can't turn off the sensations.

The narrator dreams himself to sleep. I hope.