all about the river

Departure

In a sense, in longing distances, distances;
in the heart, in the breath mountains, mountains.

Small places of my heart,
a remembrance of Brač, of Imotski.

And the flash of the famed six-flanged mace,
and the scent (the scent ) of costmary.

There, there I would travel,
there, there I would grieve;

to hear those ancient fables,
to drink in the milk of a blue fairy tale;

so that I no longer know my own self,
nor even the smoke of pain in the mists.

Tin Ujević, Lelek sebra, 1920.

Skradinski buk, 27.04.2026