Above the island full of cypresses and pines, Young,huge sun fries,full of flame; and blinks above the forest and the coasts Salty and dark blue smell of sea in the spring. Purple hills,made of granite,all up to the arc of the sky, Mirrored themself in the bottom of the sea,silently and without foam, Surface is bubbling and kissing the rocks; The sky is warm and sparkled,glassy,above the water. Dust of sun is dancing above watered send, and silver coloured seagull sometimes catch your eye, it blinks over the water.And sea rocks smell Smell on fish and dark blue heat. Everything is quiet.And in my soul I see this prolonged calm sea: rose-bay forests,purple hills and pale horizon,smokey and infinite. Mute and silver stand in it,fertile coasts and gardens;light and fallen Young,huge sun,and no sound of waves,- The seagull still shines.Peace.Noon is all around. by our great poet Jovan Dučić...
Posted on: Sat, 10 Aug 2013 19:14:44 +0000