Lodged
Read 'Lodged' by 'Robert Frost' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
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.
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