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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LIKE GOLDEN BELLS, by NORA HEFLEY MAHON
First Line: Memories stir me like the music of golden bells
Last Line: Shall never cease to hear the golden bells.
Subject(s): Bells; Memory
First Line: Memories stir me like the music of golden bells
Last Line: Shall never cease to hear the golden bells.
Subject(s): Bells; Memory
Memories stir me like the music of golden bells:
I recall how we galloped
Down Dragon Tail Street,
With barking dogs at the heels
Of our bamboo steeds,
Or nibbled purple plums
And watched the kites
Open their painted passage to the sun.
We strolled along the garden's
Moon-drenched paths and whispered love
To soft strains of my lute.
There gleamed within
The forest of your hair
Three silver birds ...
I longed to be the fourth
That I might nest
Among its fragrant depths.
Then came the day
I took you to my house,
Within the Inner Chamber of its court.
You later bore for me a tiny son,
But paid the price
By crossing the River of Heaven
Over the ferry of Yasu.
I see you in your coat of amber silk
Embroidered with design
Of creamy seed-pearls ...
Your little feet encased in golden sandals.
Your delicate face,
Like untouched ivory,
Brushed with moth eyebrows.
Slow tears are falling
On the collar of my blouse.
I, an old man ready for ancestral graves,
Shall never cease to hear the golden bells.
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