The sweetness of September’s like
A fat, full-ripened berry
As it bursts upon your tongue.
The softness of September’s like
A shimmering, silken gossamer
That drifts across your skin.
I went to see Captain Marvel earlier this year. I’m not sure whether I would have done were it not to make sense of things in the then-upcoming ‘Avengers: Endgame’. And I’m guessing I’m not the only person to have been swallowed up in this Marvel Cinematic Universe.
By any reasonable account, William Thomson, who would later be known as Lord Kelvin, was both a an accomplished and an academically brilliant character. At the precocious age of 22, he became the professor of natural philosophy at the University of Glasgow in 1846. It has been said that by...
This weekend marks the 50-year anniversary of a remarkable event. At 20:17 (GMT) on July 20th the Apollo 11 lunar module landed on the moon. “The Eagle has landed.”
Six hours later on 21st July at 02:56 (GMT) Neil Armstrong put his foot on the moon, the first person to...
What is the moon—that single satellite
Of planet earth, spun like a ball of shot
That nestles in the unseen sling of earth-pull?
She is a fickle, restless sky-bound presence:
Sometimes a gilded orb, or lustrous pearl,
Or bright, blanched bead of desiccated bone,
Or the buttery face of childhood...
This month will mark the 50th anniversary of the moon landings; when the Apollo 11 Moon mission lifted off from Florida on 16 July 1969 and touched down four days later. To celebrate this historic world event, we are publishing a series of articles on the moon. Here is the...
What can I say that might convey the way I feel about July?
When birdsong wanes, and a muted prayer-like stillness falls on urban streets,
When dawn breaks with the unvarying hymn of a dismal, echoing pigeon chorus,
And only the chirps of riff-raff sparrows punctuate the afternoons,...
A friend of mine posted a picture on Twitter the other day from inside a rollercoaster car looking down the vast track, with the caption, ‘Here we go’! As he and his wife had just become parents (of two adoptive children, no less!), I asked him if the picture was...
Through winter’s dreary wastes I dream of June:
I fill the dull, grey spaces of my mind
With fantasies of summer’s luxuries,
Like honeyed vistas of a promised land…
The blackbird’s song in bursts of strawberry sweetness,
The whisper of a trillion trembling leaves,
The sun’s warmth, soothing like a...