Aleksa Šantić: Oh, traveler

Oh, traveler from the distance,

If your heart is dying

For the beauty, which he has never seen?

For the beauty which only heaven is

Hiding in there?

But you come

And visit

My beautiful native town...

(1901)

Neretva

Above me, in the garden

The peaches are waving full

Of green fans and

The first blushes;

The sun is clinging to

Leaf’s crown as if it

Wants to weave into

All gold.

I, lean to the wall,

With crossed arms,

Watching how

Neretva is breaking itself of

Hollow cliffs.

(1912)

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• Author: Aleksa Šantić, poet (Mostar, 1868 – Mostar, 1924)
• Title: Oh, traveler (1901); Neretva (1912)
• Source: Chosen work (Sabrana djela)
• Publisher: “Svjetlost”, Sarajevo, 1975

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• 2004-11-06