Consider the poems."The Corn Harvest" by William Carlos WilliamsAn excerpt from "After Apple Picking" by Robert FrostSummer !the painting is organizedabout a youngreaper enjoying hisnoonday restcompletelyrelaxedfrom his morning laborssprawledin fact sleepingunbuttonedon his backthe womenhave brought him hislunchperhapsa spot of winethey gather gossipingunder a treewhose shadecarelesslyhe does not share theresting center of their workaday world.My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a treeToward heaven still.And there's a barrel that I didn't fillBeside it, and there may be two or threeApples I didn't pick upon some bough.But I am done with apple-picking now.Essence of winter sleep is on the night,The scent of apples; I am drowsing off.I cannot shake the shimmer from my sightI got from looking through a pane of glassI skimmed this morning from the water-trough,And held against the world of hoary grass.It melted, and I let it fall and break.But I was wellUpon my way to sleep before it fell,And I could tellWhat form my dreaming was about to take. Magnified apples appear and reappear, Stem end and blossom end,And every fleck of russet showing clear.
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Williams is complimentary toward the workers, but Frost is critical.B
Williams’s characters are eager to return to work, but Frost’s are not.C
Williams explains the challenges of the harvest, but Frost only mentions the fruit.D
Williams speaks as an observer, but Frost speaks as a participant in the harvest.