Get out the microscope, because we’re going through this poem line-by-line.
Now the two friends climb up,
up to the high balconies.
- Hey, it looks like the third time's a charm. Not only does the friend let the speaker climb up (if indeed he was the one the speaker was addressing in lines 47-50), but he goes along with him. What a guy.
Leaving a trail of blood.
Leaving a trail of teardrops.
- Ugh. Just when we were feeling better.
- Apparently this climb to the green girl on her balcony, undertaken at long last, is a costly one. The friends leave behind a trail of blood and tears. Here we learn a little bit about the high price the speaker must pay to attain his desire. And the friend's gotta pay, too? We wonder if he regrets tagging along.
Tin bell vines
were trembling on the roofs.
A thousand crystal tambourines
struck at the dawn light.
- So far, most of the sensory imagery in this poem has been visual (green hair, bristling forests, etc.). Here, though, the poem creates an auditory image, a sound-picture that rings in our ear. What does this climb to the high balconies sound like? Well, we imagine it's a lot like this. With the tin bells and crystal tambourines, the world is transformed into bright, delicate chiming to accompany the friends' ascent. It seems like an appropriately dream-like soundtrack to us. What would you play?
- It's also worth noting that the tambourines "struck" at the dawn, which suggests a certain power to this music, as well. And all that blood and tears definitely seem like things of the past.