Looking for a poem I once knew. I believe it was called Kubla Khan? I know it's missed spelled, help!?

Question

I read it in junior high. I'm not even sure that is the proper name of the poem. Would love to find it once again.

Answer 1

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 't would 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.

ST Coleridge

Answer 2

I dont know the poem but click on the link and see if this is the one you are talking about!!

http://etext.virginia.edu/stc/Coleridge/...

hope this helps!!

Answer 3

It's the same for me, Jill.  This was my most favorite poem when I was a young teen and, after reading it again, it still is a favorite.  I'm so glad you asked this question just so I could have the pleasure of rediscovering it.  What a beautifully rendered work of art.  It's amazing how much more beautiful it is now that I am older.

Answer 4

Others got here before me.  But, I just want to say how much I enjoyed that poem when I first discovered it as a child.  And it still brings me pleasure everytime I read it now in my 60's - some poems have that magical quality...which is what makes them last through the centuries.

Answer 5

Title: Kubla Khan, or a Vision in a Dream. A Fragment.

Here is a link to the poem: http://poetry.eserver.org/kubla-khan.htm...