Karel Kaňák
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Night towers over all/And through the box-trees of evergreen cupolas/the foolish emperor tiptoes away/into the magic gardens of his retorts/and in the halcyon air of rose-red evenings/rings out the tinkle of the glass foliage/as it is touched by the alchemists' fingers/ as if by the wind. 'Prague', by Seifert

Night towers over all/And through the box-trees of evergreen cupolas/the foolish emperor tiptoes away/into the magic gardens of his retorts/and in the halcyon air of rose-red evenings/rings out the tinkle of the glass foliage/as it is touched by the alche