The Kraken

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This week I was looking through a copy of ‘Idylls of the King’ by Alfred Tennyson; this book also has a selection of poems written by Tennyson in it.

I started looking through the poems and the first poem featured caught my attention. It caught my attention because of the title: ‘The Kraken.’

I feel like the Mike Meyers character in ‘So I Married An Axe Murderer’ when I say the title “The Kraken.”

Hey, there are worse reasons to like a poem.

Perhaps I should memorize it…?
If I did, then I could be “that guy” who might recite ‘The Kraken’ at the most inappropriate time… Like at a reception following a funeral, or perhaps a small child’s birthday party.

THE KRAKEN

Below the thunders of the upper deep,
Far far beneath in the abysmal sea,
His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep
The Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee
About his shadowy sides: above him swell
Huge sponges of millennial growth and height;
And far away into the sickly light,
From many a wondrous grot and secret cell
Unnumbered and enormous polypi
Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green.
There hath he lain for ages and will lie
Battering upon huge seaworms in his sleep,
Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;
Then once by men and angels to be seen,
In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.

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