Comments on: Samuel Taylor Coleridge – Kubla Khan http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/blog/2012/10/31/samuel-taylor-coleridge-kubla-khan-2/ Sacred Poetry from Around the World Fri, 24 May 2013 20:15:59 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.1.3 By: rena navon http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/blog/2012/10/31/samuel-taylor-coleridge-kubla-khan-2/#comment-83325 rena navon Sun, 25 Nov 2012 15:32:56 +0000 http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/blog/?p=2264#comment-83325 I know the fate of not remembering some line because of the slightest interruption and find some solace in the fact that it could happen to Coleridge too. A train of thought is capable of producing a privileged experience, but beyond our control, we usually lose more than we win of its benefits. Less charitable than Alice, I feel frustrated more than fascinated by what the poem lacks of its potential message. I know the fate of not remembering some line because of the slightest interruption and find some solace in the fact that it could happen to Coleridge too.
A train of thought is capable of producing a privileged experience, but beyond our control, we usually lose more than we win of its benefits. Less charitable than Alice, I feel frustrated more than fascinated by what the poem lacks of its potential message.

]]> By: Alice Whooley http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/blog/2012/10/31/samuel-taylor-coleridge-kubla-khan-2/#comment-80602 Alice Whooley Thu, 01 Nov 2012 09:57:43 +0000 http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/blog/?p=2264#comment-80602 I love this poem too. It came to the poet in a dream and he had to write it down straight away on awakening. The story goes that he was interrupted by a caller to his house and, on resuming where he had left off, he could not remember the rest of it. So it is an unfinished poem. Fascinating! My favorite Coleridge poem is "Frost at Midnight". I love this poem too. It came to the poet in a dream and he had to write it down straight away on awakening. The story goes that he was interrupted by a caller to his house and, on resuming where he had left off, he could not remember the rest of it.
So it is an unfinished poem. Fascinating!

My favorite Coleridge poem is “Frost at Midnight”.

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