quotations about Xanadu
Today, Xanadu is just another abandoned place left behind in the dust of progressing technology.
CHARLIE CARLSON, Weird Florida
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.
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE, "Kubla Khan; or, a Vision in a Dream", The Poems of Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Xanadu for you forever,
Forever and always.
Just like a dream,
Waterfalls and white roses.
Xanadu forever it would seem.
Fruit trees growing tall,
Where everyday is fall.
The grass is always green
In Xanadu forever.
BRANDON HODGE, "Xanadu", The Man from Misery and Other Poems
a hint that
once, in a parallel
we may have danced
away our innocence
and the night.
C. K. STEAD , "Xanadu", Collected Poems
How many miles to Babylon, porter, porter?
How many stations more to Xanadu?
RALPH NIXON CURREY, "Evacuation", Collected Poems
I have made my list
Of all the places I have been, and the ones I hope to get to
And so far I have found many near perfect Xanadu
But no Eden.
BETSY ORLANDO, "A Prayer", A Field of Flowers: Poems and Essays From a Diplomat
I make no apology for writing in nature's age-old and unaging language, of whose images we build our paradises, Broceliande and Brindavan, the Forest of Arden, Xanadu, Shelley's Skies, or even Wordsworth's Grasemere, which can be found on no map.
KATHLEEN RAINE, Selected Poems
But caught in the throes of unrequited hunger, he turned
To poetry, to writing lyric poems that sang of life
And love and beauty, of Xanadu, Byzantiam, and Eden.
ESTON E. ROBERTS, Poems of Purpose
Of pure poetry there are two kinds, that which mirrors the beauty of the world in which our bodies are, and that which builds the more mysterious kingdoms where geography ends and fairyland begins, with gods and heroes at war, and the sirens singing still, and Alph going down to the darkness from Xanadu.
LORD DUNSANY, introduction, The Complete Poems of Francis Ledwidge
Don't let the spirit's shallows ground you,
set your course for Xanadu.
Give your wildest dreams their head,
storm the fort!
STANLEY MASON, Collected Poems of Stanley Mason
Secret Instructions for Reaching Xanadu:
Go eastward from the Bewildered-Dragon Lake
Until you see the Monastery of the West
Tower straight and high above your head.
Then take Those charms which, as I told you, in the breast
Of your most inner robe you have hidden, and follow
Their clear instruction.
ARTHUR DAVISON FICKE, Selected Poems
Modern-day Xanadu is fragile and contingent on political and economic forces outside of as well as within Asia. Accordingly, the preservation of this miracle presents the need for new international arrangements (ideally, institutions) that will facilitate the creation of a new community in the Pacific and provide a framework within which the unique complexities and challenges of Asia can be integrated viably into the modern global system.
DONALD C. HELLMANN & KENNETH B. PYLE, introduction, From APEC to Xanadu: Creating a Viable Community in the Post-war Pacific
To venture an opinion on Xanadu is to take on the obligations of a medieval exegete: legions have been there before.
FREDERIC STEWART COLWELL, Rivermen: A Romantic Iconography of the River and the Source
Very much like certain dinosaurs of the Jurassic Period, the Xanadu is so large that it does not die all at once, but rather in parts, one part rotting while other parts may still claim perfect health.
CLARA R. MASLOW, Schlepper
The old road to Xanadu is hard to find and we turned onto a rough gravel road that passed through impoverished villages where Chinese migrants settled in recent times hoping to eke out a living from stony and windswept fields. Then all at once we arrived on the steppe land and were bouncing along a grass track to the Blue Sky Banner Township. The air smelt richly of wild herbs. Skylarks and orioles tumbled and twittered under the azure sky. We drove into the small town with growing excitement as horsemen herded their cows along the central boulevard. The journey had taken nearly ten hours, but we were now close to the fabled Xanadu.
JASPER BECKER, City of Heavenly Tranquility: Beijing in the History of China