Earth Music Poem by Daniel Brick

and I'd like to add, in the book, part of your note/comment [*]: (In this poem of mine) I give expression to the presence of wilderness as a necessary element in our existence. My solitary human being is physically and spiritually connected to the wolves. That's his choice, that's his moral imperative. I admire him. That's why he shares this poem with the six wolves. (In questa mia poesia) voglio esprimere il senso della natura selvaggia quale elemento necessario alla nostra stessa esistenza. Quel solitario essere umano è fisicamente e spiritualmente congiunto ai lupi: è la sua scelta ed il suo imperativo morale. Da parte mia, lo ammiro. È per questa ragione che egli condivide questa poesia con i sei lupi. - - [*] Do you agree? - -

''Earth Anthem'' + ''Earth Music'' for the Anthology ebook (with Italian translation) are ok?

Musica della Terra Solitario, un lupo ulula nella notte. Cinque lupi odono il suo ululato e si avventurano per il terreno tenebroso. Il loro è un concerto di ululati alternati. Un uomo, in solitudine, li ascolta. Lui conosce la musica della terra. the whole text in the Anthology ebook.. ;)

I love this poem. Reading this I remembered northern novels by Jack London. Another time.

Theirs is a concert of alternating howls, counting the measures of the animal noise, turning it into the concerto that makes all flesh on earth one spirit. When I read these lines all I thought of was that these wolves are the unknowing musicians and the man that listens is the conductor arranging the notes within his mind into a symphony of oneness. Earth music is a most appropriate title and this poem is a dark trancelike reminder to those that venture deep into the shadowy forest that wolves though beautiful in their arrangement are not creatures to be trifled with. A very nicely written piece.

hi, daniel! i'm reading earlier postings of yours and read this one again. for another take on night sounds, you might check out my little poem, awake at 3 a.m. glen

I picked this poem because of its title, Daniel. I have many poems that speak to being attuned to the natural world- too many to try and think of or list. I'm convinced that to be separated from it lessens our health and sanity. For an opposite take on canine sound, do you know Billy Collins' poem with a title like Why I Don't Keep a Gun in the House? Glen

This poem just likes a film at begining and so vividly described and just like we are watching a short film now and it can be made into a short poetic drama i think. Sophy

I have always pictured wolves with the word 'wilderness'. Your poem has the wilderness in the ink with the stamp of a wolfs print. Superb write.

LONG life to wolves! Protect them! remember Buddhist wisdom! My favorite polititian has a father's name Wolf and likes to imitate their howling! you are a musician if you count measures of all nature noises!