And they feed the cuttlefishes, whales and skates
With dates and figs in bales and crates:—
Shiploads of sweet potatoes, peanuts, rutabagas,
Honey in hearts of gourds:
Grapefruits and oranges barrelled with apples,
And spices like sharp sweet swords.
Part III. St. Francis of San Francisco
But the surf is white, down the long strange coast
With breasts that shake with sighs,
And the ocean of all oceans