The Island Of Vido (Greece)

"The small island of Vido (just 1200 meters far) lies across Corfu port. It doesn’t have permanent residents and it’s a place of calmness and relaxation.Vido used to be a military hospital and a quarantine for the Serbian soldiers who followed the retreat of their army through Montenegro and Albania during the 1st world war.

5000 of them died there. A Serbian monument of thanks was built in Vido from the gratefull Serbs in 1930."


Plava Grobnica (English: Ode to a Blue Sea Tomb) - Milutin Bojic


Note: "Upon arriving at the Adriatic only to see his fellow Serbs being thrown out to the sea for burial, he (Bojic) penned one of the most moving war poems of his generation..."


English translation:

Halt, imperial galleys! Restrain your mighty rudders!
Walk with silent tread
I am officiating a proud Requiem in the chill of the night
Upon these sacred waters.

There at the bottom, where seashells fall into the tired grip of sleep
And peat falls upon the dead algae,
Lay graves of the brave, lay brother to brother
Prometheuses of Hope, Apostles of Pain.

Do you not feel how the sea calms,
That it may not trouble the fallen troop's eternal rest?
From the deep abyss peaceful slumber ebbs,
And tired flight of the moonbeam walks.

This is a temple of secret, and a graveyard of sorrow
For the great dead, endless as our mind.
Silent as midnight upon southern islands,
Dark as a conscience, cold and despairing.

Do you not feel from azure depths,
That piety grows spilled atop these waters
And the air is filled with curious gentleness?
It is the great soul of the fallen, roaming.

Halt, imperial galleys! Before the tomb of my brothers
Shroud your trumpets in black.
Let your liveried sentries chant the holy dirge
Here, where waves embrace!

For the centuries will pass, like white foam
That crosses the sea and dies without trace,
And a new and great age will come,
And make a splendid home upon a pile of graves.

But this graveyard, where lays buried
The terrible, secret epic,
Will cradle a fairytale for the ages
Where the spirit will seek out its coryphaeuses.

Buried are here garlands of days past
And the fleeting joy of an entire nation,
And so this cemetery lies in the shadow of the waves
Between the bosom of the earth and the celestial vault.

Halt, imperial galleys! Extinguish your torches,
And draw your oars to rest,
And when I complete my Requiem, steal away into the dark of the night
Piously and inaudibly.

For I wish for the eternal silence to rule
And for the dead to hear the noise of the battle,
And hear their own blood boiling
In their children, cheering in glory.

For there, far away, the battlefield burns
With the same blood that lies buried here:
Here above the father, peace reigns,
There above the son flies a victor's banner.

So I want peace, to officiate my Requiem
Without words, without tears and quiet sighs,
To merge scent of incense, and the breath of dust,
With the pounding echo of distant battledrums.

Halt, imperial galleys! In knowing respect
Glide with silent thread.
I officiate a Requiem, unlike any other,
Upon these sacred waters!



Serbian original:

Stojte, galije carske! Sputajte krme moćne!
Gazite tihim hodom!
Opelo gordo držim u doba jeze noćne
Nad ovom svetom vodom.

Tu na dnu, gde školjke san umoran hvata
I na mrtve alge tresetnica pada,
Leži groblje hrabrih, leži brat do brata,
Prometeji nade, apostoli jada.

Zar ne osećate kako more mili,
Da ne ruši večni pokoj palih četa?
Iz dubokog jaza mirni dremež čili,
A umornim letom zrak meseca šeta.

To je hram tajanstva i grobnica tužna
Za ogromnog mrca, k'o naš um beskrajna.
Tiha kao ponoć vrh ostrvlja južna,
Mračna kao savest, hladna i očajna.

Zar ne osećate iz modrih dubina
Da pobožnost raste vrh voda prosuta
I vazduhom igra čudna pitomina?
To velika duša pokojnika luta.

Stojte, galije carske! Na grobu braće moje
Zavite crnim trube.
Stražari u svečanom opelo nek otpoje
Tu, gde se vali ljube!

Jer proći će mnoga stoleća, k'o pena
Što prolazi morem i umre bez znaka,
I doći će nova i velika smena,
Da dom sjaja stvara na gomili raka.

Ali ovo groblje, gde je pogrebena
ogromna i strašna tajna epopeje,
Kolevka će biti bajke za vremena,
Gde će duh da traži svoje korifeje.

Sahranjeni tu su nekadašnji venci
I prolazna radost celog jednog roda,
Zato grob taj leži u talasa senci
Izmeđ nedra zemlje i nebesnog svoda.

Stojte, galije carske! Buktinje nek utrnu,
Veslanje umre hujno,
A kad opelo svršim, klizite u noć crnu
pobožno i nečujno.

Jer hoću da vlada beskrajna tišina
I da mrtvi čuju huk borbene lave,
Kako vrućim ključem krv penuša njina
U deci što klikću pod okriljem slave.

Jer, tamo daleko, poprište se zari
Ovom istom krvlju što ovde počiva:
Ovde iznad oca pokoj gospodari,
Tamo iznad sina povesnica biva.

Zato hoću mira, da opelo služim
bez reči, bez suza i uzdaha mekih,
Da miris tamjana i dah praha združim
Uz tutnjavu muklu doboša dalekih.

Stojte, galije carske! U ime svesne pošte
Klizite tihim hodom.
Opelo držim, kakvo ne vide nebo jošte
Nad ovom svetom vodom!

Folder: Greece

Uploaded: May 13, 2016

Views: 148

Likes: 76

Downloads: 0

Tags: Vido, Corfu, Blue Tomb, Krf, Plava Grobnica, Milutin Bojic, Βίδο, greek island

Like
Share
Download
published 1 year ago
DigiPan
Follow


20 Comments
digipan

digipan

posted 7 months ago

Thank you

merima.jaranovic

merima.jaranovic

posted 1 year ago

Nice :)

bechic

bechic

posted 1 year ago

like!

kristinka58

kristinka58

posted 1 year ago

lajk

palhomvabt

palhomvabt

posted 1 year ago

:)

mr.bravo

mr.bravo

posted 1 year ago

Like

yupiter

yupiter

posted 1 year ago

(^_^) 👍ⓚⓔⓁⓘ✿Y☆

pictureorfuture837

pictureorfuture837

posted 1 year ago

like

artistana

artistana

posted 1 year ago

Like!

myqute

myqute

posted 1 year ago

Pretty view and I like the rough edges around this pic. :)