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. Bond and Free
2. The Housekeeper
3. But Outer Space
4. Acceptance
5. The Need of Being Versed in Country Things

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