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Orzeł Sindbada

Орел Синдбада

Niczym Sindbad-żeglarz w swych przygodach,
W obce kraje gnałem po czerwońce
I błąkałem po nieznanych wodach,
Gdzie płonęły drobne bliki słońca.
 
Kiedy myślą byłem przy Sindbadzie,
Obraz jego w duszy hołubiłem…
Było słodko marzyć o Bagdadzie,
Kiedy w obcych portach gościem byłem.
 
Ale orzeł, w piórach jak płomienie,
Co Sindbada nosił, niczym pana,
Podniósł mnie i rzucił na kamienie,
Tam, gdzie morska bryza orzeźwiała.
 
Nic, że szlafrok świeżą krwią zbryzgany -
Zmysły moje snami rozpalone,
Ja – jak chłopiec głupio zakochany
W dziewczę, jedwabiami otulone.
 
Cisza nad dalekim nieboskłonem,
W myślach niemoc w jasność się przebiera,
Nawet orzeł, moim skromnym wzorem,
Odlatując, skrzydła rozpościera.

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