Robert FrostThe 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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In the poem “The rain to the wind said,You push and I'll pelt.'”, a character is talking about a storm. The wind seems calm and peaceful, but the storm has a destructive force that is extremely daunting. But it does not stop there. If you think about it, the storm has a matching force of destruction against the flowers.
In other words, if one tries to push the flowers down, they will be pushed down as well. A similar idea can be used to describe how those who go against their beliefs and push for something they do not believe in receive the same response as those who try to continue on with their beliefs even when others try to stop them. When we go against what we believe in and push for something we don’t believe in, we receive similar results as those who try to continue on with their beliefs even when others try to stop them.
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