--- Bird, what are you after here, fluttering over my books?
Everything in this narrow room is foreign to you.
--- I know nothing of your room, and I am far from you.
I have never left my wood. I perch on the tree
Where I have hidden my nest, so reinterpret
Whatever you are seeing. Forget about a bird.
--- But I see you right here, your feet, your beak.
--- Doubtless you can span the distances.
If your eyes have found me, it's not my fault.
--- But you are here, since you answer.
--- I am answering the fear of man I always feel.
I feed my little ones and have no other diversion.
I guard them in secret in the dark of a tree
That I believed as dense as one of your walls.
Leave me on my branch and keep your words.
I fear your thought like the shot of a gun.
--- Calm the heart that hears me under your feathers.
--- Ah, what horror your feigned kindness was hiding!
You have killed me. I fall from my tree.
--- Well, I need to be alone, and even the gaze of a bird ....
--- But I was far away, in the deep heart of my wood!
-- Jules Supervielle
my gratitude to Roxana, who showed me this poem