This knight seems to have run into problems due to his unfamiliarity with the symbolism of poppies. Don’t let the same thing happen to you!
Drugs:
‘I ran into pagodas, and was fixed for centuries at the summit or in secret rooms: I was the idol; I was the priest; I was worshipped; I was sacrificed … I was buried for a thousand years in stone coffins, with mummies and sphynxes, in narrow chambers at the heart of eternal pyramids. I was kissed, with cancerous kisses, by crocodiles; and laid, confounded with all unutterable slimy things, amongst reeds and Nilotic mud.’
Confessions of an English Opium Eater, Thomas de Quincey
Death:
‘In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row …’
Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae
Sleepiness:
‘Soon, trembling in her soft and chilly nest,
In sort of wakeful swoon, perplex’d she lay,
Until the poppied warmth of sleep oppress’d
Her soothed limbs, and soul fatigued away;
Flown, like a thought, until the morrow-day;
Blissfully haven’d both from joy and pain …’
The Eve of St Agnes, Keats
