Kubla Khan

Samuel Taylor Coleridge, (17721834)

“In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round: And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills, Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced:
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher’s flail:
And ’mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean:
And ’mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war!

The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!
A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw;
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight ’twould win me,
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.”

 

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Kubla Khan illustration by Alice Duke

“Coleridge had an addiction to Laudanum, a powerful tincture of opium, which of course is what morphine and many other powerful opioid analgesic pain-killers are made from. Today, the equivalent would be opium tincture, or morphine sulfate oral concentrate solution, Roxanol.

Coleridge would dose himself, and have visions & dreams, much like the stories of the famous detective, Sherlock Holmes. When he awoke from his dream, he would write down in vivid detail everything that he saw and experienced.

The story goes that when he wrote Kubla Khan, he had just awoken from his drug-induced dream state and began to write. But before he could finish, he was interrupted by a visitor who had stopped by to say hello. When the visitor left, he began to try and finish writing his poem, but he could not remember enough to finish. So, Kubla Khan is a fragment; but what an amazing fragment!”

– ‘The Poets Corner’
John Lithgow

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[References:
The Poets’ Corner, the book by John Lithgow]

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This is about me trying to get better as a writer. The first lesson in that is learning not to give a shit what your readership's opinion of you, the author is. The point is for you the author to disappear and let the story become the focal point. Well, that has been the lesson I have learned through this "project". I hope to become better, and am trying to get better at getting what is inside of my head to come out of my fingers and onto the screen/paper. Thanks for wasting a few moments of your life reading that rather self-centered view. Oh, did I mention I hate having things "About Me"? It's a bit of dry humor. Allow it a moment to see if it sinks in. If not, it was a bit of shite. Stick around, if you can bear it. I promise I do have some good stories to tell. Not only mine but revisiting others. Which is way more fun for me to do anyway.

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