The Kubla Khan Poem

haaaiiiii my beloved blog ({}) long time no post ;) oke now i wanna tell you something. hhmm something about what? yeeeaaa about ssttt DREAM!! did you ever felt this before? yes i mean dream. i had a lot of dreamt but i can't remember all. cause do you know that dream could just stay on our mind for 5 minute, soooo after 5 minute we were forgot 50% for all of my dream.
heeii i have a story about someone and the experience about his dream. okeeyy so long long time ago there was a poet man who named Samuel Taylor Coleridge. one time he had a dreamt, and he didn't to lost it, so he wrote his dreamt being a poetry, but after that there was guest who came in his home. after the guest was gone, he back on his table and back to his poetry. but so damn he can remember his dreamt anymore. so the poetry is never done. but dont you worried, cause the poetry still being a popular :)

this is the poems!!!

Kubla Khan
By Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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 was girdled ’round,
And there 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 the 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 ‘midst these dancing rocks at once and ever,
It flung up momently the sacred river!
Five miles meandering with ever 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, Kublai 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 deep delight ‘twould win me
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome within the 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 in holy dread:
For he on honeydew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise!”




its amazed!!! wonderful!!!
isn't? could you?