Lodged
The rain to the wind said ‘You push and I’ll pelt.’ They so smote the garden bed That the flowers actually knelt, And lay lodged--though not dead. I know how the flowers felt.
Robert Frost
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The rain to the wind said ‘You push and I’ll pelt.’ They so smote the garden bed That the flowers actually knelt, And lay lodged--though not dead. I know how the flowers felt.
In a short fable-like scene, the rain and wind work together to punish a garden bed, lashing the flowers until they “actually knelt” and lay flattened. Frost makes the storm feel personal: the rain speaks to the wind, and the two forces conspire rather than simply falling as weather.
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