In a
place called Xanadu, the Mongolian leader Kubla Khan ordered his servants to
construct an impressive domed building for pleasure and recreation on the banks
of the holy river Alph, which ran through a series of caves so vast that
no one could measure them, and then down into an underground ocean. So
they created a space with 10 miles of fertile earth surrounded by walls and
towers. And in it there were gardens with sunny little streams and
fragrant trees, as well as very old forests with sunny clearings in the middle.
But,
oh, how beautiful was that deep, impressive gorge that cut through the green
hill, between the cedar trees! It was such a wild place! A place so sacred
and bewitching that you might expect it to be haunted by a woman crying out for
her satanic lover beneath the crescent moon. And out of this gorge, with
its endlessly churning river, a geyser would sometimes erupt, as though the
ground itself were breathing hard. This geyser would send shards of rock
flying into the air like hail, or like grain scattered as it is being
harvested. And as it flung up these rocks, the geyser would also briefly
send the water of the holy river bursting up into the air. The holy river
ran for five miles in a lazy, winding course through woods and fields, before
it reached the incredibly deep caves and sank in a flurry into the much stiller
ocean. And in the rushing waters of the caves, Kubla Khan heard the voices
of his ancestors, predicting that war would come. The shadow of Kubla
Khan's pleasure palace was reflected by the waves, and you could hear the sound
of the geyser mingling with that of the water rushing through the caves. This
was truly a miraculous place: Khan's pleasure palace was both sunny and had icy
caves.
In a
vision, I once saw an Ethiopian woman play a stringed instrument and sing about
a mountain in Ethiopia. If I could recreate within myself the sound of her
instrument and her song, it would bring me so much joy that I would build
Kubla Khan’s pleasure palace in the sky above me: that sun-filled dome, those
caves full of ice! And everyone who heard the song would look up and see
what I had built, and they would cry out: “Be careful! Look at his wild eyes
and crazy hair! Make a circle around him three times and refuse to look at
him: he has eaten the food of the gods and drunk the milk of Heaven!”
Kubla Khan BY SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE:Text Kubla Khan
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