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| The Lament of Tsar Kolokol | |
| By Flippy_D | ||||||
| 24 March 2005 | ||||||
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Tsar Kolokol [the Tsar Bell], cast in 1733-35 by Motorin and his son
for the Romanov dynasty, is the largest bell in the world.
Unfortunately it was never rung; in the fire of 1737 a monstrous piece
broke out of its side after the makers had to choose between pouring
water on it and cracking it or having it melted (bronze has a very low
melting temperature). Both the bell and its shard now rest on the
ground near the Kremlin cathedrals in Moscow. The Great Bell of Dhammazedi is known to be the largest or the heaviest bell in the whole world, although it still is under water. It was cast by King Dhammazedi of Myanmar in Yangon in 1484. The great bell, a victim of Portugal colonialism, was removed, but the great bell and the boat in which it was carried sank - karma? It is still there today, resting in 40 feet of mud at the bottom of the confluence of the Bago and Yangon Rivers. Melancholy Bell, Knot of Mighty Metal Mute, Sometimes snow-clad, Lurking. Hunched in strange design, Design that time had no time for. Mister miss, miss the time, No prophetic chime, Or bass reverb. Ring-a-lo, ring not at all, Cracked colossus, Bronze, Squatting in an iron land. My masters Motorin, My sister Dhammazedi! My un-pealed hail, echo to Romanov. Two tonnes of silence, one for each man. Ring-a-lo, rang-a-lo, Great bell is silent. Killed before utterance. Birthed in fire, Broken in fire, Bronze of my Bronze, Crowned with gold in the Cold winter sun.
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sory, could not retist! I really like this. It's about a subject I would not have ordinarily considered. Even though the great bells did not ring your poem has a good rhythm. 
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