No, Not The Moon, But Simple Dial-plate
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!'
Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
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