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Dlya poezii ideya - eto vse... Poeziya vkladyvaet chuvstvo v ideyu. - M. Arnold
RAVENNA
Vse, chto minutno, vse, chto brenno,
Pohoronila ty v vekah.
Ty, kak mladenets, spish', Ravenna,
U sonnoj vechnosti v rukah.
Raby skvoz' rimskie vorota
Uzhe ne vvozyat mozaik.
I dogoraet pozolota
V stenah prohladnyh bazilik.
Ot medlennyh lobzanij vlagi
Nezhnee grubyj svod grobnits,
Gde zeleneyut sarkofagi
Svyatyh monahov i tsarits.
Bezmolvny grobovye zaly,
Tenist i hladen ih porog,
CHtob chernyj vzor blazhennoj Gally,
Prosnuvshis', kamnya ne prozheg.
Voennoj brani i obidy
Zabyt i stert krovavyj sled,
CHtoby voskresshij glas Plakidy
Ne pel strastej protekshih let.
Daleko otstupilo more,
I rozy otsepili val,
CHtob spyaschij v grobe Teodorih
O bure zhizni ne mechtal.
A vinogradnye pustyni,
Doma i lyudi - vse groba.
Lish' med' torzhestvennoj latyni
Poet na plitah, kak truba.
Lish' v pristal'nom i tihom vzore
Ravennskih devushek, poroj,
Pechal' o nevozvratnom more
Prohodit robko cheredoj.
Lish' po nocham, sklonyas' k dolinam,
Vedya vekam gryaduschim schet,
Ten' Danta s profilem orlinym
O Novoj ZHizni mne poet.
1909
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