Lodged

              rain-on-flower        The rain to the wind said,smoke-woman
                         ‘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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Author: pecsbowen

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