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Originally Posted by ZenGum
You can clearly see the pale grey disc of the moon with the fleecy corona streaming out. There was a planet - looked like Venus - above and to the right. The light is strange, soft and silvery.
Words just don't cut it. See one for yourselves.
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No, your words completely cut it
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Originally Posted by ZenGum
I sat meditating for a while, then, under the waxing gibbous sun, did the obvious thing.
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A ship an isle a sickle moon
With few but with how splendid stars
The mirrors of the sea are strewn
Bewteen her silver bars.
An isle within an isle she lay
The tall ship anchored in the bay
Don't know the rest.
It just reminded me of your post. I always loved that poem for the words.
Am deliberately not Googling it because I don't even know who it's by (John Masefield?) and don't want to cheat.
Gibbous.
Not a word we hear often enough these days.
I remember a line from Kes - the moon was full, save for a blur on the waxing curve (again this may not be 100% accurate.)
I did not understand it at all and went to my English teacher who first taught me the phases of the moon, then about waxing and waning.
I may have forgotten much of it, but the experience of a whole new language stayed with me.
Now. Where's my photo of eggs?!