In his 1915 poem "Blueberries," Pulitzer Prize-winner Robert Frost makes the ordinary experience of picking wild blueberries into an extraordinary endeavor, where you can smell the morning damp and feel the sun on your head and take delight in being the first to discover a blueberry patch ripe for picking. In the poem, Frost also introduces the reader to a poor neighbor family that needs the wild berries they pick to survive. This short work is part of Applewood's "American Roots," series, tactile mementos of American passions by some of America's most famous writers.
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"In the summers I spend time in the coastal Maine woods. There—with family and friends, climbing above the tree line, standing on granite, overlooking the sea around—there is no sight more welcome than a scruffy carpet of abundant wild blueberry bushes, growing from stone dust, unpicked by the deer and ready for tasting and gathering. These fruits belong to whoever finds them, free from ownership, sweet with freedom. We often stop and linger and I think of Robert Frost, especially his evocative 'Blueberries.'" —Phil Zuckerman, Publisher
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