Tag Archives: After Apple-Picking

Sleeping Outdoors

By Robin Bates | Published: July 10, 2018

Poetry adds an extra dimension to sleeping outdoors.

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Not Your Father’s Apple Cider

By Robin Bates | Published: July 19, 2016

A visit to my cousins’ hard apple cider processing plant showed me that making the beverage has changed markedly since the days of John Keats and Robert Frost.

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Essay Grading and the Great Wall of China

By Robin Bates | Published: December 8, 2010

At this time of year, I sometimes wonder why I signed up for this gig. Stacks of ungraded essays are strewn “far and wee” across my study, and only the knowledge that I have completed my student essays in the past assures me that I will make it through this batch. In my hour of […]

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After Apple-Picking, Then What?

By Robin Bates | Published: May 20, 2009

So much of the poetry that comforts us in time of death is infused with images of nature, poems like (in my case) Mary Oliver’s “Lost Children,” Percy Bysshe Shelley’s Adonais, and Sir Gawain and the Green Knight. Perhaps the reason is that, with death, our natural side asserts its primacy in a way that cannot […]

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