Deutsch and Yarmolinsky, comps. Modern Russian Poetry. 1921.
The Aerial CityAfanasy Shenshin-Foeth (18201892)
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Pale clouds like a turreted town:
The cupolas golden, fantastic,
White roofs and white walls shining down.
My city familiar and dear,
Above the dark earth as it slumbers,
Upon the pink sky builded clear.
Sails northward, sails softly, sails high;
And there on the height, some one beckons,—
But proffers no pinions to fly.