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
Unnumber'd and enormous polypi
Winnow with giant arms the slumbering green.
There hath he lain for ages, and will lie
Battening upon huge seaworms 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.
Commentary
Written in 1830.
Tennyson was only 21 years old when he wrote “The Kraken”, but he already possessed the mastery of image and phrase that was to become his trademark. The fact that the poem remains known and loved to this day (unlike many of Tennyson’s later and, dare I say it, more reactionary pieces) belies its usual classification under ‘juvenilia’; indeed, I can think of few poets (bar the incomparable Keats) who have achieved similar results at such a tender age.
The poem itself is a wonderfully ominous one: Tennyson uses dense, intertwined phrases to create an impression of ponderous weight and immense size. You can almost feel the barnacles encrusting the middle third of the poem: “sponges of millennial growth … sickly light… unnumber’d and enormous polypi”. The finale, too, is most fitting: nothing less than the last trumpet and judgement day will suffice to wake the monster from its “ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep”… <shudder>.
— Thomas
[More on the Kraken]
kraken (“krA:k@n, “kreIk@n). Also 8 craken, cracken, kraaken. [Norw. kraken, krakjen (the -n being the suffixed definite article), also called sykraken, sjokrakjen sea-kraken. The name was first brought into general notice by Pontoppidan in his Forste Forsog paa Norges naturlige Historie (1752).]
A mythical sea-monster of enormous size, said to have been seen at times
off the coast of Norway.
1755 tr. Pontoppidan’s Hist. Norway ii. vii. 11. 211 Amongst the many
great things which are in the ocean,..is the Kraken. This creature is the largest and most surprizing of all the animal creation. 1770 Douglas in Phil. Trans. LX. 41 Enquiry..as to the existence of the aquatic animals, called Kraakens. 1830 Tennyson Kraken 4 Far, far beneath the abysmal sea,..The Kraken sleepeth. 1848 Lowell Ode to France 30 Ye are mad, ye have taken A slumbering Kraken For firm land of the Past. 1862 Longfellow The Cumberland vi, Like a kraken huge and black, She crushed our ribs in her iron grasp!
– OED
Minstrels Links
“The Kraken” is very similar in theme and execution to Herman Melville’s “The Maldive Shark”, Poem #775 on the Minstrels: both poems use wonderfully dense, murky phrases to convey the sheer horror of the creatures they describe.
Other poems by Tennyson:
Poem #15, The Eagle (a fragment)
Poem #31, Break, break, break
Poem #80, The Brook (excerpt)
Poem #121, Ulysses
Poem #355, Charge of the Light Brigade
Poem #653, Ring Out, Wild Bells
Poem #825, Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal, Now the White
Poem #852, Mariana in the Moated Grange
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From the Wondering Minstrels mailing list, 1999–2008.
Michelle Gay · 12 May 2004
I am very disapointed. I have searched through all the poems and have notised that out of all the Alfred, Lord Tennyson poems you havn’t put in ‘Lady of Shallot’, one of the best poems in histery. I understand that nearly everyone else on this website would know alot more about poems than I do, as I’m only in year 8, but I know enough that ‘Lady of Shallot’ is a brilliant piece of work and should be displayed on this website at least.
[annie] * · 5 September 2004
I’m not sure if I’m right but I saw the kraken as a gentle creature, and not as evil as fabled by storytellers. The sea in which it lives is chaotic, described with such words as “thunders” and “abysmal”. However, in the next line it is revealed that the kraken is merely sleeping. The word “sleep” is repeated in the poem, emphasising the creature’s calm nature – in contrast to the hellish motions of the sea. [Theme: the nature of good and evil] But what I don’t get is the part where he “rises and dies”. It’s lonesome and spends its days “Battening upon huge seaworms” and sleeping. But when it has the chance to wake up and haunt the oceans, it dies. Isn’t it ironic?
Ian Baillieu · 14 November 2004
Michelle, I agree that’s a wonderful poem, and worthy of being in Minstrels, but let’s spell it correctly ‘Shalott’.
Ken Kennedy · 22 February 2005
Captures the terrifying mystique. Great stuff. Rocky the seagull would quak his approval.
Dominic Doggett · 17 March 2005
I don’t get it!