Poetry Drafts

thequeensenglish:

Supermoon 21 March 2019:  

The final Supermoon of the year will happen during the Worm Moon and just four hours after the vernal equinox. 

The Spring, or Vernal, Equinox marks the astronomical start of spring, when the sun passes through the Earth’s equator.

The Supermoon will take place in the UK at 9.58pm, just four hours before Thursday’s “Worm Moon” Supermoon. Called the Worm Moon because this is the time of year when earthworms start to appear after the icy ground thaws.
If you’re in the UK, the moon will be at its brightest at around 1.43 am on Thursday, March 21.

However from the US your best chance of seeing it will be on March 20, at around 9.42pm EST and 6.42pm PST.

Thursday’s event completes the hat trick of Supermoons which have been visible over the winter, with January 21 seeing a “super blood moon” and February 19 a “super snow moon”.

📷 February’s super snow moon- which was the largest of the year. Getty Images

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thequeensenglish:

First verses of ‘Another Spring’ by Christina Rossetti, and illustrated by Florence Harrison. 

carl-larsson:

Flowers on the windowsill, 1894, Carl Larsson

Medium: watercolor,paper

https://www.wikiart.org/en/carl-larsson/flowers-on-the-windowsill-1894

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programmerhumour:

An interesting title

thequeensenglish:

“Not all those who wander are lost”

~J.R.R. Tolkien, From the poem “All that is gold does not glitter”

Photo: Herdwick sheep, Breed native to cumbria, at Wrynose Pass ,Cumbria, England.

📷 From the poem “All that is gold does not glitter”,by Mark Howells-Mead.

thequeensenglish:

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

~Elizabeth Barrett Browning- Sonnet 43  {1806 – 1861}

Photo: Morning greeting’ – Gloucestershire, Cotswolds, England by Cat Perkinton.