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	<title>Comments on: Emily Dickinson’s Garden: The Poetry of Flowers Opens Today</title>
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		<title>By: Michele Krueger</title>
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		<dc:creator>Michele Krueger</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[In honor of Poem In Your Pocket Day, and Emily Dickinson&#039;s Garden, I offer a poem I wrote about visiting the Enid Haupt Conservatory as a young adult-

         The Botanical Gardens Greenhouse


In the foulest New York weather
on a gloomy Saturday-
I ran off to my secret place-
to swoon the time away.

I listened to bright jungle birds,
saw steamy moist air rise-
alone and meditating
in my tropical disguise.

Tall palm fronds came to know me
when the winter winds blew hard.
I wrote love poems upon them-
their native Bronx-born bard.

The Botanical Gardens Greenhouse
made me warmer than words can say-
when I went there alone and lonely
and came home Religious that day. 

                                            Michele Krueger]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In honor of Poem In Your Pocket Day, and Emily Dickinson&#8217;s Garden, I offer a poem I wrote about visiting the Enid Haupt Conservatory as a young adult-</p>
<p>         The Botanical Gardens Greenhouse</p>
<p>In the foulest New York weather<br />
on a gloomy Saturday-<br />
I ran off to my secret place-<br />
to swoon the time away.</p>
<p>I listened to bright jungle birds,<br />
saw steamy moist air rise-<br />
alone and meditating<br />
in my tropical disguise.</p>
<p>Tall palm fronds came to know me<br />
when the winter winds blew hard.<br />
I wrote love poems upon them-<br />
their native Bronx-born bard.</p>
<p>The Botanical Gardens Greenhouse<br />
made me warmer than words can say-<br />
when I went there alone and lonely<br />
and came home Religious that day. </p>
<p>                                            Michele Krueger</p>
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