Dlugi Bridge (Long Bridge) crossing the Oder river in Szczecin, West Pomerania (Poland)

Back to my native place, I'll return
To comfort my bitterness by a distant glee.
When green dusk will enter my window pane
I shall hang myself on my sleeve.

Poem by Konstanty I. Galczyinsky, poet from Szczecin

Olowianka footbridge over the Motlawa River in Gdansk, Pomerania (Poland)

The residents and guests of Gdansk often threw gold coins into the Neptune fountain "for luck". When there were so many coins that the fountain stopped working Neptune struck them with his trident and shattered them into thousands of small gold flakes. The water in the fountain turned into a sweet liqueur. The town innkeepers filled barrels with the golden drink from the fountain all night long. Only the owner of the inn "Under the Salmon", decided not to rob Neptune. In the morning, it turned out that the barrels of greedy merchants contained only pure water, and the cellar of the modest innkeeper was filled with tanks of Goldwasser.

Gdansk legend

100th Anniversary of Poland's Independence Bridge over the Martwa Wisla (Dead Vistula) river in Sobieszewo, Pomerania (Poland)

Sobieszewska Island has a new bridge.The need to build it has been talked about for many years. The old pontoon crossing had been here since 1976 and made life difficult not only for residents, but also for tourists. The corroded, damaged structure required repair and the bridge was often closed.

Wyborcza Gazeta, 1st January 2019

Zielona Most (Green Bridge) over the Motlawa River in Gdansk, Pomerania (Poland)

When cathedral bells toll through the morningand sunlight touches steeples with its glare,
and arrows on the town hall clock stop turning,
you will find him on the market square,
sweeping leaves in shadows of despair.
And in that instant you will cease your yearning.
Hunchbacked, with a chuckle he will share
the secrets of his heart, and give a warning
to city doves assembling at his feet,
to sparrows quarrelling on Neptune’s head.
He’ll lower his tobacco chin to meet
their eyes and whisper what Saint Francis said.
He’ll toss crumbs with his withered sailor’s hand.
And when he looks up, you will understand.

Poem The Birdman of Gdansk,
by Leo Yankevich

Rügen Bridge over the Stralsund Sound between Stralsund and Altefähr, Mecklenburg-Western Pomerania (Germany)

I hate the glassy blue of the sky
The tireless sun that reveals everything
I hate the shimmering heat of the south
The grassless cliffs, which stretch spiritlessly

Give me the threatening colours of the north
The dripping silence of the snowless night
Give me the fearful lights of the morning
The rustle of the dunes, the storm that laughs loudly

Give me the rattling breath of the cold
The seamless strings of rain at sea
Give me the fog that distorts everything
The deep black nights and clouds like tar
...

From Baltic Sea Song

Hildegard Knef

Rügen Bridge over the Strela Sound between Stralsund and Altefähr, Mecklenburg–Western Pomerania (Germany)

O Land der dunkeln Haine,
O Glanz der blauen See,
O Eiland, das ich meine,
Wie tut's nach dir mir weh!
Nach Fluchten und nach Zügen
Weit übers Land und Meer,
Mein trautes Ländchen Rügen,
Wie mahnst du mich so sehr!

Poem Heimweh nach Rügen

by Ernst Moritz Arndt