No moon but a clock-face. How’s it a sin..., by Alistair Noon No moon but a clock-face. How’s it a sin /
that while it dazzles my eyes I examine /
the muted stars’ milky light?
Poet Batyushkov, son to a pars...
No, not the moon, a luminous clock face..., by Ilya Shambat No, not the moon, a luminous clock face /
Shines from the sky, and what is my disgrace, /
That I can feel the weak star's pallid force?
And loath...
No, not the moon, but the bright face of..., by David McDuff No, not the moon, but the bright face of /
shines for me, and how can I be blamed /
if I touch the milkiness of faint stars?
And Batyushkov’s con...