America, or a Vision in a Dream

Nearly three years have passed since I have examined Coleridge’s “Kubla Khan,” a poem that I understood to be an opium user’s musings. Reading this in tandem with de Quincey’s Confessions of an English Opium Eater in a British Lit course, Xanadu was fairly obvious: a hedonistic paradise both awe-inspiring and terrible.
However, Mazzeo’s ‘The [...]