Below the thunders of the upper deep;Hat tip to Derb (apropos of something very random)
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 arms the slumbering green.
There hath he lain for ages and will lie
Battening upon huge sea-worms in his sleep,
Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;
Then once by man and angels to be seen,
In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.
-Tennyson, The Kraken
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
I can't believe I've lived over three decades unaware of this:
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cephalopods,
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Shoot--I am so dated I thought WYNDHAM (good forgotten writer)got his title from Tennyson- geek plus fossil I guess.
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