Explore "The Cow in Apple Time" by Robert Frost on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Something inspires the only cow of late / To make no more of a wall than an open gate, / And think no more of wall-builders than fools.
Her face is flecked with pomace and she drools / A cider syrup. Having tasted fruit, / She scorns a pasture withering to the root.
She runs from tree to tree where lie and sweeten / The windfalls spiked with stubble and worm-eaten.
She leaves them bitten when she has to fly.
She bellows on a knoll against the sky.
Her udder shrivels and the milk goes dry.