Hey all
I was out reading poetry online and I came across a poem entitled "The Kraken" by Lord Alfred Tennyson (definitely my favorite poet, especially now). It's actually about the giant squid and it seems to me he knew a little bit, and wasn't just babbling. The last line, he mentions the kraken rising to the surface and dying, which is reminiscent of all those Architeuthis stranding situations. Check it out!

BigSquid

The Kraken, by Lord Alfred Tennyson
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 millenial growth and height;
And far away into the sickly light,
For 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.

:welcome: BigSquid8Me!

:thumbsup: 8)

Yes, very 8).

Thanks for posting this poem. Polyp filled grottoes and sickly light make me want to get in the water.

:archi:

Melissa