Magellanic Woodpecker by Pablo Neruda — Read

Ipocrantor magellanicus

The woodpecker toco toc: under the sun the forests distill water, resin, night, honey, the hazelnut trees don galloons of scarlet pomp: the burned logs bleed on, the foxes of Boroa are asleep, the leaves grow silently while the roots' language circulates beneath the ground: suddenly in the green silence the woodpecker toco toc.