Zakon: vlyublyat’sya lish’ dushoj,
Druz’ya, mne vovse neponyaten;
Pust’ govoryat: nash vek razvraten –
Da ne mechta li vek zlatoj?
Net sil u tvari podnebesnoj
Dlya platonicheskoj lyubvi:
Kto angel – tot po nej zhivi,
Zatem, chto angel – bestelesnoj!
Dushi vostorgi – v mire snov,
No est’ vostorgi i dlya tela,
I my ostavim li bez dela
Dary dogadlivyh bogov?
Odnoj mechty i mudrym malo:
Mne skazyval arheolog,
CHto u Platona . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . .
Kogda odin, v nochnoj tishi,
Sej baloven’ voobrazhen’ya
Pisal sistemu naslazhden’ya
Dlya chelovecheskoj dushi.
Dushi vostorgi – v mire snov,
No est’ vostorgi i dlya tela,
I my ostavim li bez dela
Dary dogadlivyh bogov?
(Nikolay Mikhailovich Yazykov)
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