The first three stanzas, penned in rich language, possess the easy, flowing quality characteristic of an uninterrupted train of thought directly jotted down on paper. This was exactly what happened, for Coleridge, who after dreaming the poem up began to feverishly write it down but was interrupted by some …show more content…
He describes the dome thusly;
"So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were 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."
The 'dome' that has been built, is an allusion to the real one built by Kublai Khan as a summer residence, which was also visited by Marco Polo. The dome, when one focuses on it, does not merely imply a hovering thing in mid-air, rather, it is a very clear contrast of man-made beauty and the one created by nature. In later lines, the dome is described as;
"The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves;
Where was heard the mingled …show more content…
Coleridge is known for his different and more supernatural approach to nature. The image comes and goes, but it is strong enough to make and impression, a lasting impression, reinforced by the late hour and the dying light of the moon.
There is vivid imagery, of mighty caverns, gushing rivers and deep valleys strewn about in the poem but the most noteworthy thing is the irregularity of the meter. The lines start out as being short and entrancing, advancing on to longer, more incantation-like verse before contracting again in the last stanza but to a more reserved, constricted form. The poem, as is common knowledge, describes a drug-induced amalgam of something Coleridge had fallen asleep reading and embellishments of his own powerful imagination. Judging from that, the poem obviously would not have been as imposing as it is, had it been written in the Classical tradition of strictly observed rules of verse. So, verses in the poem, which seem scattered and unorganized at first, begin to make sense.
The last stanza is almost pitifully invoking, describing Coleridge's own despair and frustration at having forgotten half of his dream. He speaks of a Abyssinian maiden, a maiden with a