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.
|Oddly connected to today's post|
about poetry fragments.
So I'm thinking about fragments because of a couple lines that have floated around in my head for days, lines without a poem, a brain worm of a fragment:
Snow a thin memory of snow
that night last winter when
Snow shifting over asphalt ahead of us
a cold mirage with no oasis near
Snow, we pass through winter's ghost,
white exploding from blackness we are
Snow clustered in the street lights
we drive dragging along our memories
Okay, so I thought of a few more possible lines just now writing down the fragment (it's the first two lines I couldn't get ride of) but still, not much going on, images and maybe a hint of a story and maybe it's not even about snow -- but I guess it's a self-fulfilling prophecy: pretty thin.
You know who else did a fragment well? Thomas Hardy. He has another of my favorites, called (surprise!) 'Fragment':
At last I entered a long dark gallery,'Motion past'! Kind of like me every night after work. (haha) Yet a strong image, and puts me in mind of the upcoming zombie apocalypse (CONSTANT VIGILANCE!).
Catacomb-lined; and ranged at the side
Were the bodies of men from far and wide
Who, motion past, were nevertheless not dead.
We really can't wrap up today without a little more Kubla Khan:
That with music loud and long,My God I love that last stanza -- His flashing eyes, his floating hair! I get the creeps still reading that line. Beware! Beware! Close your eyes with holy dread. For he on honey-dew hath fed, and drunk the milk of Paradise. No snow there, I bet.
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.
And in today's playlist, WHAT ELSE:
P.S. You. Are. Welcome. That I refrained from mentioning the 1980 cinematic spectacular Xanadu, starring Olivia Newton John. Also, Alf. Samuel Coleridge, feeding the lexicon for two centuries.