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  • Jan. 22nd, 2006 at 3:07 AM
In Xanadu did Kublai 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 blossom'd many an incense-bearing tree.
And here were forests as ancient as the hills,
enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

But O! That deep romantic chasm which slanted,
down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover.
A savage place! As holy and enchanted
as a'er beneath a waning moon was haunted
by woman wailing for her demon lover.
In from that 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 reach'd the caverns measureless to man,
and sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean.
And 'mid this tumult Kublai heard from afar
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!
Thy 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.



shannonsays wrote:
Jan. 22nd, 2006 12:43 pm (UTC)
tell me again why we don't live together and have lots and lots of babies?

king_cool_paul wrote:
Jan. 23rd, 2006 01:03 am (UTC)
Well, I don't remember you having asked me, that's why ;)
polomarco wrote:
Jan. 22nd, 2006 05:00 pm (UTC)
I've always loved that poem--so visual and musical and exotic.
king_cool_paul wrote:
Jan. 23rd, 2006 01:04 am (UTC)
It also makes me want to do lots of drugs.

karenthecroccy wrote:
Jan. 22nd, 2006 07:13 pm (UTC)
you know, I have to read this out loud every single time I read it.
king_cool_paul wrote:
Jan. 23rd, 2006 01:04 am (UTC)
I have to read everything out loud, but that's just me.

Heh. Me funny.
(no subject) - (Anonymous) - Jan. 22nd, 2006 07:37 pm (UTC)
king_cool_paul wrote:
Jan. 23rd, 2006 01:05 am (UTC)
'Course it is. You're a smart chick ;)
serenityn0w wrote:
Jan. 23rd, 2006 12:45 am (UTC)
Thank God for opium, eh?
king_cool_paul wrote:
Jan. 23rd, 2006 12:48 am (UTC)
Mmmmmm... sweet opium... gimmee...

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