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"hyppeastrum" poems
Masculinum Hyppeastrum, monstrum; the man eating botanica, the endlessly flowering plant, had enough of me. Went to sleep, or worse, he perished. I must have said something nasty about his size; doesn't flower anymore, all dried out, doesn't do a thing, his onion is weeping. Christmas roses, as I call the girls, lost the will to live. All my, previously green, flora is pointing her leafless finger at me. I've done nothing, that's the problem. I forgot all about my green plants; the environment is wrong, there is too much acidity, and that's my fault. I will search under the garden snow for snow drops, I left to themselves two years February, my snow tears. For colour, I have lemons and limes, green and yellow; sitting on a traditionally, blue, hand-painted Chinese china platter. River Yangtze is still running through my mind. Chai, Lemon tea and lemonade. ~ Author Notes *Flowering plants from Bahia : Hyppeastrum sp. From the 1970s, many plant novelties from Bahia came to light with the expeditions carried out by Howard Irwin and collaborators of NYBG (USA) and by Raymond Harley from RBG-Kew (UK). This provoked a renewal of interest, among botanists, in the flora of Bahia* (3-1-07)
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Oct 14, 2010
Oct 14, 2010 at 3:43 PM UTC
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