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Black marigolds, also known as Tagetes erecta, are a species of flowering plant native to Mexico and Central America. These plants are known for their bold and vibrant flowers, which range in color from deep red to orange and yellow. Black marigolds are annuals, meaning they complete their life cycle in one growing season and must be replanted each year.
Black marigolds are popular garden plants due to their bright and showy flowers, which bloom from mid-summer to fall. They are often used in mass plantings or as a border plant to add a pop of color to a garden bed. Black marigolds are also a popular choice for use in containers and window boxes.
In addition to their ornamental value, black marigolds have a number of other uses. They have a strong, pungent aroma that is thought to repel pests, making them a popular choice for use in natural pest control. The flowers and leaves of the black marigold plant are also used in traditional medicines and rituals in some cultures.
Black marigolds are easy to care for and are well-suited to a variety of growing conditions. They prefer well-draining soil and full sun, although they can tolerate some shade. They are drought-tolerant and can handle dry conditions, but will flower more profusely with regular watering. It is important to deadhead (remove spent flowers) to encourage new blooms.
Overall, black marigolds are a beautiful and versatile addition to any garden. Whether you are looking to add a splash of color to your landscape or seeking a natural pest control solution, these bold and vibrant plants are sure to impress.
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Even now When all my heavy heart is broken up I seem to see my prison walls breaking And then a light, and in that light a girl Her fingers busied about her hair, her cool white arms Faint rosy at the elbows, raised in the sunlight, And temperate eyes that wander far away. Glass-colored starlight falling as thin as dew Was wont to find us at the spirit's starving time Slow straying in the orchard paths with love. It is most fit that you strike now, black guards, And let this fountain out before the dawn. We are also the only publisher we know of to print in large sans-serif font, which is proven to make the text easier to read and put less strain on your eyes. I see her rising, showing all her face Defiant timidly, saying clearly: Now I shall go to sleep, good-night, my ladies.
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Black Marigolds (2013)
We are accountable to all members of the community served and cultivate trust through consistency and transparency. And I, listening, Found not the salt of the whispers of my girl, Murmur of confused colours, as we lay near sleep; Little wise words and little witty words Wanton as water, honeyed with eagerness. Even now I mind the coming and talking of wise men from towers Where they had thought away their youth. Dinner simmers on the stove. Even now I call to mind her weariness in the morning Close lying in my arms, and tiredly smiling At my disjointed prayer for her small sake.
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Black Marigolds: Black Marigolds
Even now I love long black eyes that caress like silk, Ever and ever sad and laughing eyes, Whose lids make such sweet shadow when they close It seems another beautiful look of hers. I knew the sunset earth But as a red gold ring to bear my emerald Within the little summer of my youth. Even now Sleep left me all these nights for your white bed And I am sure you sistered lay with sleep After much weeping. And I, listening, Found not the salt of the whispers of my girl, Murmur of confused colours, as we lay near sleep; Little wise words and little witty words Wanton as water, honeyed with eagerness. Even now My eyes that hurry to see no more are painting, painting Faces of my lost girl. Phenomenal woman, That's me.
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Black Marigolds by E. Powys Mathers
There are certain plants they work well with, as they enhance their growth. When I had no eyes I listened. Just for a small and a forgotten time I have had full in my eyes from off my girl The whitest pouring of eternal light. I never cry during a movie but this one got. I want to smell this rich soup, the air around me going dark, as stars press their simple shapes into the sky. From the hot town The maker of scant songs for bread wanders To lie under the clematis with his girl. He scorches me like a blaze of lightning and he shakes me to the roots like a storm out of Thrace, and he overwhelms my heart with dark frenzy and seasickness.
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Even now Only one dawn shall rise for me. Phenomenal woman, That's me. All that my heart longs to see accomplished, Goddess, do it. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Piteous little love, Death is in the garden, time runs down, The year that simple and unexalted ran till now Ferments in winy autumn, and I must die. I kneel and say: Father of Light. Not that I mind about the willows, but I am afraid of my father and mother.
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Black Marigolds
And there's a man who will lift my hair in his hands, brush it until it throws sparks. Even now My sole concern the slipping of her vests, Her little breasts the life beyond this life. I am not certain but that dark Brahma In his high secret purposes Has sent my soft girl down to make the three worlds mad With capering about her scented feet. Even now Though I am so far separate, a flight of birds Swinging from side to side over the valley trees, Passing my prison with their calling and crying, Bring me to see my girl. Even now They chatter her weakness through the two bazaars Who was so strong to love me. Even now Love is a god and Rati the dark his bride; But once I found their child and she was fairer, That could so shine. Even now I mind that I went round with men and women, And underneath their brows, deep in their eyes, I saw their souls, which go slipping aside In swarms before the pleasure of my mind; The world was like a flight of birds, shadow or flame Which I saw pass above the engraven hills.
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Poem: Black Marigolds by E. Powys Mathers
Had I made coffins I might have lived singing to three score. Something in the middle, though, was missing. I even dedicated a song to Kate From Ryan. The moon shines on her breasts, and I must die. What Should Marigolds Be Planted Near Marigolds are a colorful helpful flower, especially as they keep nematodes and beetles away from other flowers and vegetables. Is it so that when they comb their hair Their fingers, being purple-stained, show Like coral branches in the black sea of their hair? Sleep alone under the stars. I'll insist you be present in my next life—and the one after that.
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Black Marigolds by John Woods
He is someone to listen to--carefully. Kiss me and I shall be purer than quick rivers. Rosemary oil is an all-natural deterrent that will eradicate the spider mites. Here, oh die here. Black Marigolds is a drama steeped in literature. I say, It's in the arch of my back, The sun of my smile, The ride of my breasts, The grace of my style. There is no covering upon you.
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