Plant with aromatic foliage

Usage examples of artemisia.

I prefer to be called Artemisia, though there are some cretins around here who insist on calling me Art.

The sun was a fiery red ball sinking toward the Pacific when Artemisia came running over to the blanket where Michael and I sat, and grabbed us both by the hand.

Then I watched with a strange combination of envy and sadness as Artemisia assembled her little group of men and women and laid her hands on them, moving arms and legs and tilting heads into various poses, as if they were living statues.

The central figure in this sharing of affection was Artemisia, the white of her Grecian gown glowing as if it fed on the little remaining light, and even as I tried to swallow my jealousy, Michael whom she had first called Mishaleaned over her, removing her scarf from about his neck and wrapping it around hers.

I decided on the latter, due to their lack of any Artemisia connection.

Tom, Dick, and Harrythe Twangy Boysthat Artemisia had, as promised, assembled on my wall.

I did not know which galled me more: that Artemisia had the power to arouse me along with her Heloise, or that this same Artemisia who wrote so convincinglynot to mention eroticallywas in love with my Michael.

Not a very grand garment, yet when Artemisia covered herself with it and flung one end back over her shoulder, the shawl took on an allure that it had never had on me.

A part of me wanted to tear a good deal of her hair out, but another part of me recognized that Artemisia was a person of exceptional talent and courage, and moreover she was offering what I so much needed: help.

Along with everyone else I smiled and congratulated the cat, but what I was actually most happy about was that now Artemisia could return to her own home.

I thought as I clucked and cajoled Bessie into her fastest trot on our last leg home through the Point Pinos woods, after tomorrow they will all find out, because I will tell Artemisia and she will surely tell the others.

I knew perfectly well what she meant, so my question was not very nice, but it seems there are times I just cannot help myself where Artemisia is concerned.

I made a rather grand exit, or so I intended, but the effect was spoiled when Artemisia came running after me.

Nothing went together, yet everything had a kind of harmony that was extraordinary, like Artemisia herself.

I should care what Artemisia Vaughn thought of me I was not entirely sure.