Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост)

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.

1. The Egg and the Machine
2. Evening in a Sugar Orchard
3. The Black Cottage
4. In the Home Stretch
5. A Cliff Dwelling

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