Rain on Frost is not a pretty thing

Wet poetry is sad; difficult to read.
Wet poetry is sad; difficult to read.

Frost wrote the poem, Lodged. The first two lines are these:

The rain to the wind said,
“You push and I’ll pelt,”

I erred Friday by leaving a window open a crack before I went out. It rained while I was away. Our Works of Robert Frost is toast. The wind and rain pushed and pelted—and for a short time, the wind howled just for good measure. I was sad to find the book in ruins, but it reminded me that once you know the words and the music, the printed score doesn’t quite matter as much.

(I know, I know. Mixed and messy metaphors. The entire poem follows.)

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.

I know how the flowers felt.

By Stephen Brockelman

As a Sr. Writer at T. Rowe Price, I work with a group of the best copywriters around. We belong to the broader creative team within Enterprise Creative, a part of Corporate Marketing Services. _____________________________________________ A long and winding road: My path to T. Rowe Price was more twisted than Fidelity’s green line. With scholarship in hand, I left Kansas at 18 to study theatre in New York. When my soap opera paychecks stopped coming from CBS and started coming from the show’s sponsor, Proctor & Gamble, I discovered the power of advertising and switched careers. Over the years I’ve owned an ad agency in San Francisco; worked for Norman Lear on All in the Family, Good Times, Sanford and Son, and the rest of his hit shows; and as a member of Directors Guild of America, I directed Desi Arnaz in his last television appearance— we remained friends until his death. In 1988 I began freelancing full time didn’t look back. In January 2012 my rep at Boss Group called and said, “I know you don’t want to commute and writing for the financial industry isn’t high on your wish list, but I have a gig with T. Rowe Price in Owings Mills…” I was a contractor for eight months, drank the corporate Kool-Aid, became a TRP associate that August, and today I find myself smiling more often than not.

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