Ina Donna Coolbrith (Ина Донна Кулбрит)

To San Francisco

Fair on your hills, my City,
Fair as the Queen of old,
Supreme in her seven-hilled splendor-
You, from your Gate of Gold,
Facing the orient sunburst,
Swathed in the sunset gleams,
Throned in an ultimate glory,
City of mists and of dreams!

1. A Perfect Day
2. Rose and Thistle
3. My “Cloth of Gold”
4. In the Orchard
5. Loneliness

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