The Morning is Full of Storm by Pablo Neruda: A Short Analysis

 The poem “The Morning is Full of Storm” by Pablo Neruda sets out to draw vividly with the brush of imagination that which cannot be directly witnessed, namely, the wind. This mysteriously invisible though powerful natural element moves about everywhere leaving its mark on everything that comes its way: from the clouds that resemble handkerchiefs being waved in its hands as they drift here and there, to the sound the wind makes “above our loving silence”, to the trees, which, stirred by the wind, gain the power of speech with a “language full of wars and songs”, to the dead leaves swept across the ground by the wind’s unseen broom, to the birds whose shooting flight is deflected by its resisting energy, to the sea that is toppled as the wind knocks it over, and finally to the fires whose flames lean sideways as the wind blows upon them.