Наверное, не совсем таки думаю, но очнь-очень наслаждаюсь... А.Розенбаум
«Forbidden», by Pete Seeger, 1934.I saw a frightened childPeering through a crackWhich looked out on the courtyard of the world.His mind was full of wonder,Trying hard to comprehendThe forbidden, secret, good things that he saw.But voices of guardians,Came floating down the hallway, and he fled. I saw him againAnd he’d brought along a chiselTrying, trying, to see more clearly.But once again the guardians,The stealthy, ghostly guardiansCame gliding down the passageway.Again he fled.“That’s forbidden.”“That’s not right”.“Run and save yourselfBefore you fall to hell”.And then, very satisfied,They walked slowly backWith their rusty, unused keysIn their mouths.I’ve never seen him since,For he stayedWhere all good children should.But he’s dropped his chisel.Let’s pick it up.