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 "id": "robert-frost/after-apple-picking",
 "title": "After Apple-Picking",
 "poet": "Robert Frost",
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    "text": "My long two-pointed ladder’s sticking through a tree",
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   {
    "text": "Toward heaven still,",
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    "text": "And there’s a barrel that I didn’t fill",
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    "text": "Beside it, and there may be two or three",
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    "text": "Apples I didn’t pick upon some bough.",
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    "text": "But I am done with apple-picking now.",
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   {
    "text": "Essence of winter sleep is on the night,",
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    "text": "The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.",
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    "text": "I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight",
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   {
    "text": "I got from looking through a pane of glass",
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    "text": "I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough",
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    "text": "And held against the world of hoary grass.",
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   },
   {
    "text": "It melted, and I let it fall and break.",
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   {
    "text": "But I was well",
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    "text": "Upon my way to sleep before it fell,",
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    "text": "And I could tell",
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    "text": "What form my dreaming was about to take.",
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    "text": "Magnified apples appear and disappear,",
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    "text": "Stem end and blossom end,",
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    "text": "And every fleck of russet showing clear.",
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    "text": "My instep arch not only keeps the ache,",
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    "text": "It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round.",
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    "text": "I feel the ladder sway as the boughs bend.",
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    "text": "And I keep hearing from the cellar bin",
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    "text": "The rumbling sound",
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    "text": "Of load on load of apples coming in.",
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   {
    "text": "For I have had too much",
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   {
    "text": "Of apple-picking: I am overtired",
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    "text": "Of the great harvest I myself desired.",
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   {
    "text": "There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch,",
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    "text": "Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall.",
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   {
    "text": "For all",
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   {
    "text": "That struck the earth,",
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   {
    "text": "No matter if not bruised or spiked with stubble,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Went surely to the cider-apple heap",
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   {
    "text": "As of no worth.",
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   {
    "text": "One can see what will trouble",
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   {
    "text": "This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is.",
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   {
    "text": "Were he not gone,",
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   {
    "text": "The woodchuck could say whether it’s like his",
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   {
    "text": "Long sleep, as I describe its coming on,",
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   {
    "text": "Or just some human sleep.",
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