VRŠAC
In the wine-grower's hand
Streched out from the clouds
A golden bunch of grapes
In one grain there's a
tower
of maize
In the second, a magic hill
In the third, a mother plain
In other grains
The streets fallen asleep,
at noon
And the last unpressed bag-pipes
Bigger than the Town Hall
And some highly-educated
bell-towers
And wheat courts and
the schools of silence
And the workshops of bee-people
The wine-grower's hand helps
Grapes to ripe
And protects them from the thieves of gold
Vasko Popa
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Situated at the foot of the Vršac Mountains,
with the fresh air from the woods
and the smell of vineyards coming down, this town reflects the tradition
as well as the contemporaneity in itself.
Numerous old buildings of different styles, churches and cultural institutions
have preserved one of the oldest traditions
among the towns of Serbia
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