Thar he blows—! an angel denies his sea-foam-flimsy mirage.
Hurries to make crushed albatross of torn blubber and
his slain and useless fins,

and thar he blows—! afraid they’ll take his tail,
hoping-maybe 
they’ll kneel and kiss his horn devotedly—
a stolen moment, 
without asking for permission

If the icy-twerp is from heaven and this stupid,
why does he only swim on Earth?  Tell—!
Do tell me.

Forget the Arctic, he spans the seas!
Insensible-idiotic
he is known.

The stupid angel—!

Truly—! One of the earth,
and yes, no doubt of the seas.

 

Poet: Rafael Alberti
Interpreter: Manny Grimaldi