Kubla Khan

            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. .
             The poem known as Kubla Khan is one of Samuel Taylor Coleridge's best poems. This poem can be broken up into three main parts. The first part of the poem is a vision of utopia or a magical place, a paradise. Kubla Khan was a Mongolian ruler who ruled an empire in the early 1260's. This poem consists of many poetic devices including onomatopoeia The first few lines of the poem mainly describe how perfect everything is, a vision of beauty. At first the poem describes how his garden is a vision of beauty but soon after the vision is destroyed by a woman screaming at the top of her lungs. Kubla Khan speaks of a woman who appears in his dream who sings a legendary paradise like Khans The third part of the poem basically describes how Khan wishes he could make the town which he lives in, into that legendary paradise that the woman in describes. A absolute utopic place. Personally I think this poem is a lot like life.