Machines of Nantes. Click image to see much more!   THE KRAKEN Alfred Lord 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 millennial growth and height; And . . . → Read More: KRAKEN Day: Tennyson’s Poem