Wedding night
Graciela bled lightly—
But enough to stain his thighs—

Ah, to rise one morning
With the ability
To strum a guitar

Your logic frightens me, Mandela,
Your logic frightens me. Those years
Of dreams, of time accelerated in

Just as God is not my sorrow,
neither does this prow
above our gable where a love

It’s like water that gleams at the verge of the fall,
Each instant’s rush
Gemstone.

The gift,
And the unwrapping.

At the end of two months’ holiday there came a night
When I lay awake and the seas’ distant fretless scansion
By imagination scourged rose to a fight

Here, where confusion flowered in the rains‚
The whip-mad captains steered for Teneriffe.
Their cargo was a cry. Knouts in the sheds

Two verticals lie down,
each to the other, a horizon,
each to the other,

1. Fat Man
(Shokado)

Clearly, the man eats too much.