This is actually a Pacific Californian poem
coming from the Pacific sea.
"Men cursing the sea."
"Someone just climbed to the top of the cliff
and started cursing the sea.
Stupid water.
Stupid pregnant water.
Slimy copy of the sky.
Hesitant hoverer between the sun and moon.
Petty fogging reckoner of shells.
Fluid, loudmouthed bull fertilizing the rocks
with his blood.
Suicidal swirl splintering itself on any promontory.
A hydra fragmenting the night, breathing
salty clouds of silence, spreading jelly
like wings in vain, in vain.
Gorgon devouring its own body.
Water, you observed flat school of water.
Thus, for a while, he cursed the sea,
which licked his footprints in the sand like a wounded dog.
And then he came down and strolled
the small immense stormy mirror of the sea.
There you are, water, he said, and went his way."
Cursing in a foreign language I found especially difficult.