Poem Response to "The Cuban Doctor" by Wallace Stevens

I’m amazed by the variety of poetry that Wallace Stevens has written.  While they all flirt with imagery in fun ways, I feel that this particular poem takes the imagery to its extreme.  The Cuban doctor reads like a stream of consciousness poem.  There is only imagery, the events written barely link to each other.  I feel that maybe he was drowsy when he was writing this and that he either saw these images or even began to dictate them in his mind and wrote them down when he woke up.