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La sesa senso

Шестое чувство

Belegas vino, kiu amas nin,
en forno bakiĝanta bona pano,
kaj ankaŭ turmentanta nin virin',
donanta, tamen, poste ĝuan amon.

Sed kion faru ni pri ruĝo de aŭror'
en la malvarma alta firmamento
kun la kviet' senlima, kaj pri la valor'
de la senmorta poezia testamento?

Ne eblas manĝi, trinki, kisi en pasi',
momento tuj senspure malaperas,
impetas ni kun ve' — sed la vizi'
de la kompren' preteras kaj preteras.

Kiel knabet', sin forgesinte por la hor',
knabinojn gapas baniĝantajn en rivero,
nenion dume komprenanta pri amor',
jam turmentiĝas pro dezirmistero;

kiel mukoza ul' sub prafilik',
strebanta nekonscie alton montan,
per blek' senpova kaj per dorsa tik'
aŭguris venon de flugil' estonta;

do, tiel dum epokoj, puŝ' post puŝ',
sub la lancet' de la naturo, arto, menso,
torturas karnon kaj spiriton la akuŝ'
de la organo por la sesa senso.

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