There is a planet named Pluto, but we don't have one named Goofy. Goofy would be a good name for this planet. It certainly qualifies.
I secretly assumed, as poets do, The duty on me to define the moon.
It's a brilliant surface in that sunlight. The horizon seems quite close to you because the curvature is so much more pronounced than here on earth. It's an interesting place to be. I recommend it.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun.
The moon is such a planet, I can’t even stand it. What else is it if it’s not a planet?
And he beholds the moon; like a rounded fragment of ice filled with motionless light.
I'd love to go into space again if there were a mission to Mars. I'd also love to go to a completely different planetary system, out of our solar system.
'Earth' is a silly name for this planet.
...the moon that hung over the garden like some great priceless pearl, flawed and blemished with grey shadowy ridges as only a very great beauty can risk being.
There's the moon asking to stay long enough for the clouds to fly me away
I'm a blackstar. I'm a blackstar.
In the midst of all dwells the Sun. For who could set this luminary in another or better place in this most glorious temple, than whence he can at one and the same time brighten the whole.
Twinkle, twinkle, quasi-star Biggest puzzle from afar How unlike the other ones Brighter than a billion suns Twinkle, twinkle, quasi-star How I wonder what you are.
Perhaps the crescent moon smiles in doubt at being told that it is a fragment awaiting perfection.
the moon rattles like a fragment of angry candy
The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun, Is Nature's eye.
The moon, like a flower in heaven's high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night.
This is very similar to astronomy where different magnitudes are assigned to the brightness of an astronomical object, depending on the range of wavelengths being measured.
Pluto has a very interesting history, and there is a lot of work that we need to do to understand this very complicated place.
The sun was shining on the sea, Shining with all his might: He did his very best to make The billows smooth and bright-- And this was odd, because it was The middle of the night.
As a planetary scientist, I don't know what else to call Pluto: It's big and round and thousands of miles wide.
Even the moon is only poetical because there is a man in the moon.
One naked star has waded through The purple shallows of the night, And faltering as falls the dew It drips its misty light.
