I dream of the smell

of apples still to be picked --


and I don't wake up.


Ik droom van de geurIch träume vom Duft
van nog te plukken appels --von noch zu pflücken Äpfeln --

en word niet wakker.und wache nicht auf.

Poem S1086
Amsterdam, 2020-11-26
After Apple-Picking (Robert Frost) - 1914
Poem (collection "North of Boston")
Collection: Stream
Keyword: Spirit / Ghost(s) 
Tribute to: Frost, Robert 
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