Best Boxwood Poems

"recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown ..."
                       Quote by _Samuel Taylor Coleridge (from his writings)

I fondly...

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("Noh" is an ancient Japanese style of 
drama, broadly similar to Elizabethan
tragedy.  "The Wind in the Pines" is
my version of a well-known Noh play.)


2.   The Beach, After Dark 

The coast has drowned in the gloomy night, 
but the moon shines. Two women...

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Christmas

           A zure Sky rejoiced and glanced on Green Earth.
           B ethlehem Star glistened, glittered on Jesus’s birth.
       ...

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Il pleure dans mon coeur (“It rains in my heart”)
by Paul Verlaine
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

It rains in my heart
As it rains on the town;
Heavy languor and dark
Drenches my heart.

Oh, the sweet-sounding rain
Cleansing pavements and roofs!
For my listless heart's pain
The pure song of the...

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The Garden

Roses and violets grow wild yet tamed in raised gardens
English boxwood and laurel line the white gravel footpath
Butterflies and bees float and buzz around a thousand flowers
Their sounds melding with the soft footsteps of visitors
Walking through this world every sense is awakened and teased
But,...

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PATHS were bordered by boxwood hedges
softened with fern, surrounding GARDEN edges.
Light floral scents perfumed the morning air
and sweet alyssum lined walkways; pea graveled.
I strolled through the MAZE with a hint of despair
for I'd never been more confused and unraveled,
or in greater fear for my own...

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Butterfly Kisses

I am here strolling in the cool wood
as I take a seat drinking in nature
I espy some movement in the boxwood
going over to look I see a feeler

There to my delight by chance
is a cocoon starting to open
slowly bit by bit does emerge
a colourful...

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Winter Dodoitsu

          Boxwood hedge hides shy snow drops.
         Birch with ivory-white bark
         thawed heart of barren winter.
   ...

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Spleen
by Paul Verlaine
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

The roses were so very red;
The ivy, impossibly black.

Dear, with a mere a turn of your head,
My despair’s flooded back!

The sky was too gentle, too blue;
The sea, far too windswept and green.

Yet I always imagined?or knew?
I’d again feel...

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blossoms
of
snowdrops
      flood forth,
      stormblown
woods
and
moors
        from
        morn
        to 
      ...

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Winter Snow 
    
            Sunrays dazzling shining on winter snow
            Snow-white is a special color to glow  
 ...

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Doric columns supported the xyst
with ancestral plane trees and boxwood
lining the spaces between and whispering
the secrets of ancient polished stone.

The promenade led to the gymnasium
where zealous athletes of strength and valor
practiced their regiment for the Games
to earn enhanced esteem and station.

So compelling now to amble...

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WINTER

          Winter showing snowy splendor
              elating elegant whiteness
              in calm...

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A walk in wonderland.
    Sun kissed shades of green.
        Ferns as delicate as Chantilly lace.
            Ornamental grasses dance in the breeze
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WINTER ENTERS   
 
              Winter showing snowy splendor
              elating elegant whiteness
      ...

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