A poem by Pablo Neruda, visualized.

The Me Bird

I am the Pablo Bird, 

bird of a single feather, 

a flier in the clear shadow 

and obscure clarity, 

my wings are unseen, 

my ears resound 

when I walk among the trees 

or beneath the tombstones 

like an unlucky umbrella 

or a naked sword, 

stretched like a bow 

or round like a grape, 

I fly on and on not knowing, 

wounded in the dark night, 

who is waiting for me, 

who does not want my song, 

who desires my death, 

who will not know I'm arriving 

and will not come to subdue me, 

to bleed me, to twist me, 

or to kiss my clothes, 

torn by the shrieking wind.

That's why I come and go, 

fly and don't fly but sing: 

I am the furious bird 

of the calm storm.

-Pablo Neruda