Poppies: drugs, death and sleepiness


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!


‘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


‘In Flanders Fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses row on row …’

Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae


‘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


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