"Xanadu" was also the name of one of the worst movies of 1980. I love Gene Kelly. What the heck was he doing in that disaster, anyway? The pay must have been astronomical.
The stately pleasure dome in the movie was a massive disco roller rink! How times have changed.
I remember reading this poem in high school and kind of thinking, "What am the point?" But I was never really a Coleridge fan, anyway. I was always more fond of Keats and Byron. And Blake. I love William Blake. Be that as it may, even though I analyzed the poem well enough to satisfy my instructor, I never really made a great deal of sense of it.