In xanadu did Kubla Khan

In class on monday we began talking about the Cave of Montesinos, and amidst the discussion and reading the passage i could not help but being reminded of STC's Kubla Khan or: A vision in a dream: a fragment. Just the description of the cave itself held the same enchantment of the poem, rather i feel the poem held much more. Which is why it stuck out so profoundly. In class we talked of being lost in a book, the poem is in this sense more rich of a piece of work then say a novel for it is a small poem, yet its chasms range measureless to man. I think that the density of it is rooted far more deep/dank in the aesthetic than a windy novel can be, as with Joan's infatuation with pound, i feel the same here. I'm not sure if it's because of my knowledge of the origins of the poem - it came to Coleridge in an opium dream- but the poem itself reads like opium, it reads like a dark cave, a glowing meadow draped in velvet or something. as with many experiences especially pertaining to poetry its hard to describe what it makes you feel, so i suggest reading it, or hearing's on this youtube link i found where David Olney -not that big of a fan, but a good folk singer- gives a dramatic rendition.