III Magellanic Cloud vamping in sequins tonight      Mars in its tall crimson hat, both doubled      in the black looking-glass of the river.           Under the guava tree in the shimmering air, creatures pass by and vanish:                a pair of guinea fowl                in best grey dress, a large turkey, a restless, handsome brown horse, and then      the night-pelt of the shy tapir I'd been dreaming of. I arise and stroll           partway with them,                beneath the yellow breath of the ipé trees           as the stars flow west, the river east      and then dawn in its white scarves arrives           I board a boat and am carried away, my heavy heart and I, into another year.