spanish poem

stuff of the moon
did you ever see an alligator
by the rude bridge
as i lie roofed in, screened in
in his guarded tent
some one complained to the master
soft as the bed in the earth
i reside at table mountain
be in me as the eternal moods
if i had known how narrow a prison is love
could we but know
she knows a cheap release
two rows of cabbages
a gleam of gold in gloom and gray