Here you will find thePoemNo, not the moon, but simple dial-plateof poet Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
No, not the moon, but simple dial-plate Is lightning me, and `tis my nasty fate, That lights of stars I feel as light internal! And loftiness of Batyushkov I hate: 'What time is it?' - he had been asked there late -- And he had answered with curiosity 'Eternal!'
