THE CALL OF THE WILD The heavy old man in his bed at night Hears the Coyote singing in the back meadow. All the years he ranched and mined and logged A Catholic. A native Californian. and the Coyotes howl in his Fightieth year. He will call the Government Trapper Who uses iron leg-traps on Coyotes, Tomorrow. My sons will lose this Music they have just starced To love. The ex acid-heads from the cities Converted to Guru or Swami, Do penance with shiny Dopey eyes, and quit cating meat. In the forests of North America, The land of Coyote and Eagle,POEMAS. Gary Snyder Traduccién: José Luis Regojo LA LLAMADA DE LA TIERRA El pesado viejo en su cama por la noche Oye el canto del Coyote en la llanura. Todos los afios que trabajé en el rancho, en la mina y en el bosque. Catélico. Nativo de California y los Coyotes atillan en su Octogésimo afio, Llamard al Trampero Oficial del Gobierno. Que utiliza trampas de acero pata los Coyotes, Mafiana. Mis hijos perderan esta Miisica que acaban de empezar Aamar. Los que fucron de dcido de las ciudades Convertidos en Guru o Swami, Hacen penitencia con brillantes Ojos aturdidos, y dejan de comer carne. En los bosques de Norte América, La tierra del Coyote y del Aguila,16 ‘They dream of India, of forever blissful sexless highs. And sleep in oil-heated Geodesic domes, thac Were stuck like warts In the woods And the Coyote singing is shut away for they fear the call of the wild. And they sold cheir virgin cedar trees, the tallest trees in miles, To a logger Who told them, “Trees are full of bugs.” The Government finally decided To wage the war all-out. Defeat is Un-American. And they took to the it ‘Their women beside them in bouffant hairdos putting nail-polish on the gunship cannon-buttons. And they never came down, for they found, the ground