It was a strange state of mind that I was in today - probably due to the combination too much caffeine and the ethereal opening threads of Red Hot Chilli Pepper's Venice Queen, but a poem which I learn in school suddenly popped to mind, Samuel Taylor Coleridge's Kubla Khan...
"In Xanadu did Kubla Khan / A stately pleasure-dome decree.." is about as much as I can remember about the poem though. It was said that the poem was written when in a state of drug-induced delirium, thus explaining its ethereal and nebulous quality.
I feel that I've imbibed on ambrosia, and has left earth's plains to another realm of being altogether.
And I'm not sure what the linkage is, but Kubla Khan made me think of another poem. I suppose it was the "flashing eyes" and the "floating hair" that reminded me of Keats' La Belle Dame sans Merci. She is the Beautiful Lady without Mercy/Pity, who holds in her arms the lives of kings and princesses and warriors. She takes no prisoners; to be held in her arms is to die in her arms.
(I really think I need to lay off the stuff for a while. I seem to have gone stark raving bonkers!)
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