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Rosemary Menzies: The Old Bridge (Mostar)

You will not stand on the Old Bridge again. The many many times have gone. There’s a wire rope now loose planks and fear thirty metres into the air above the green Neretva. The symbolism is different now – the meeting of east and west a drowned thing, blown apart. This new taut life line straddles two broken worlds and cliffs, bricks, clay all crumble down the sides into the green Neretva. Today in the Square a clown has come – a bridge of sorts to make them laugh; short-lived, and yet a start where life hangs on any thread and the spirit refused to die. Sept 1994 Rosemary Menzies, teacher and writer, Auckland, New Zealand Title: The Old Bridge (Mostar), Sept 1994 Source: Poems for Bosnia - Pjesme za Bosnu (bilingual), translation from English: Miloš Đurđević Publisher: Author and Illyria Press, New Zealand, 1995

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