In Xanadu did Kubla Khan,

KUBLA KHAN

 

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 here 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

 Upon concluding this piece Samuel Taylor Coleridge, I felt the urge to research the drug opium. This drug, a mighty one it is, includes the following side effect: overwhelming sense of euphoria, sense of emotional detachment, absence of pain and stress, sleepiness, inability to concentrate, impaired vision, and often death. Plus the duration of the drug is around 4-5 hours. What insipred me to delve into such a topic was only after my realization that Coleridge was under the influence of opium just prior to writing this piece. Overall this poem, in my own interpretation, was a story of love and betrayal. I imagine a peaceful nirvana-like environment, resembling that of Eden, and was torn apart by jowls of the Earth which hurled them about and threw them upon the altar of the God's. It was then the peace had escaped them and thought it never to return. But when all hopes were lost their paradise was returned toiled and defeated. The warning then was made clear by the Gods in 2 lines: For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise. 

Now, back to opium. The reason I had to look into it further was because of the images that Coleridge described.  One of my favorites was, "Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean." because of the seemingly improbable dimensions and personification of nature.  He creates life in his words, makes them move and entrance my mind. So in conclusion, drugs like opium can be taken to enhance your sense of reality and paint images in your minds eye (that can be later written down and studied).