Help, please

[Natália Maranca]

I'm reading CofL49 and it was a very smooth read so far, but now I'm stuck
in this bit. I'm not a native speaker, so be condescendent.
It is on p. 102 in my Harper Perennial edition. She is hallucinating all
over San Francisco and in the dawn she meets this old man who asks her to
drop a letter to his wife under the freeway, in the W.A.S.T.E. box.

' "Under the freeway." He waved her on the direction she'd been going.
"Always one. You'll see it." The eyes closed. Cammed each night out of that
safe furrow the bulk of this city's waking each sunrise again set virtuously
to plowing, what rich soils had he turned, what concentric planets
uncovered?"
This is absolutely incomprehensible to me. I loose the line of thought there
and everything he says after doesn't seem to make much sense. Can anyone
please explain it to me?
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