The story
goes that Samuel Taylor Coleridge, the famous poet, woke up one night ‘from a
fevered dream’ with a poem fully formed in his head. It is suggested he might have
taken opium. The poem was Kubla Khan and it has become one of the best known
poems in the world.
In Xanadu
did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure
dome decree
Where Alph
the sacred river ran
In caverns,
measureless to man,
Down to a
sunless sea.
I had a
similar experience this morning, waking early with a poem rattling around in my
head and I had nothing stronger than coffee before retiring. I had to get up to
write it down before it disappeared. In
fact, one line (that’s 20% of the poem) had disappeared and may never be seen
again.
There are
some things I need to get at the shop
And some
library books I need to swap
And I wish
the voices in my head would stop
If there’s
whisky in that bottle, I wouldn’t mind a drop.