Secretariat

The Red Freak, the Miracle

Häftad, Engelska, 2022

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Beskrivning

This collection of poems captures the life and brilliance of one of racings biggest legends. In a lyrical style that brings the tale of Secretariat to life, Lifshin highlights the beauty and wonder of the foal’s early days from birth to the track. As always, Lifshin focuses on Secretariat’s life before the track, outlining the playfully perfect foal who found his way into the hearts of many.Full of emotion and beauty, this collection outlines the life and death of one of the tracks biggest racing legends.from “As The Days Get Longer”the horse dreamsof flying in the airlike a gust of windon an abandonedChristmas tree,red exploding likea spurt of light,flaming wildly likethose boughs ofnorthern lightsout of darkness

Produktinformation

Utgivningsdatum:2022-08-26
Mått:140 x 216 x 12 mm
Vikt:151 g
Format:Häftad
Språk:Engelska
Antal sidor:160
Upplaga:2
Förlag:Texas Review Press
ISBN:9781680032895

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Poesi inom Skönlitteratur
Ridböcker inom Sport, fritid och hobby

Innehållsförteckning

When a Leggy Foal Comes into the World On a Night Herons Were Driving thru the Waves of Night, March 30th, 1970 On That Night Was Somethingroyal Those Who Eased Secretariat from Somethingroyal Scrambling and Scampering, Leaping and Jogging After a Week or Two Bigger than Most Foals A Bruiser,” Some As the Days Get Longer He Was Different Mother’s Buck and Yowl for Their Stolen Jewels Before He’d Gulped His Crushed Oats Now He Can’t Smell her, Feel Her Into the Night like the Other Weanlings Weaning Day, the Babies Like the Other Just Weaned Foals A Different Morning Smell Feeling Touch as a Song They Can Dance To It was Always One Move at a Time Glittering What the Horse Must Feel Colts Chasing Each Other in the Field Later in the Soft Sand The Gorgeous Red Chestnut Growing into What Was to Come When You See a Horse Glistening in the Morning Light His Nostrils, Soft as Violets Before the Trip South in the Still Black Early Morning, Only the Slight Light Bringing Secretariat to Florida After the Last Ice Slides from the Leaves Inside the Barn He’s a Nice Colt and He’s Just a Baby, You Take Care of Him” Almost Too Beautiful Some Said I Have to Get the Fat Off Him First, I Have to Teach Him to Run. He’s Big, Awkward, and Doesn’t Know What to Do with Himself” Night Blues, Secretariat Waiting A Horse that Sleeps Mostly Standing Up Too Plump and Pretty A Chubby Clown Leaves as a Prince April 1, 1972 Secretariat Was Wild His First Race Days after Aqueduct Secretariat Can Run Fast and Far. I Think He’ll Go Down in History as Another Man O’War Horse Heaven Under the Rippling Jade of Elms Opening Day, Saratoga He Just Floats The Hopeful Saratoga, Dark Day at the Track Hanging Back, as If Gathering Himself That August Leaving Saratoga, as Horses Load Into the Vans He Wasn’t like the Dark Beauty Years Later Will Secretariat Remember Saratoga Photograph Past the Gingerbread House, Guitar Moan from CafÉ Lena on Phila Like Something Out of a Fairy Tale His Personality Reached Out On the Night Before Any Races Drawing the Place for the Post Ron Turcotte The Derby Derby Day Like Flowers Put in Cool After a Clear Start After the Race Other Horses Saw a Shadow Coming from Behind and Knew it Wasn’t Their Shadow Before the Preakness He Looks like a Rolls Royce in a Field of Volkswagens” Coming from the Place You Know (He) Sorta like an Airplane Jus’ Put It on the Runway—When You Wants and Take Off Woosh” Thinking of Secretariat after the Preakness After the Preakness, thru Dripping Larch and Maples Heading Out from Stall 41 It’s Like He’s Not Real You Get Some Good Hosses You Can Figure Gonna” That’s an Awful Lot of People Standin in That Stall” On the Night Before the Belmont Gloomy and Gray Morning Just Before the Belmont On the Day of the Race Hours Before They Announced Just Before Post Time As the Gates Crashed Like a Train Tearing Up the Rails With the Wind, the Silks After the Applause Accompanying Secretariat Home After the Belmont It was a New World His Face on Time 200 Fan Mails a Day On the Day Secretariat Left Belmont After the Last of the Triple Crown Wins Does he Dream Other Barns and Stables Some Nights Secretariat Dreams Secretariat’s Dream #17 What’s Left Even Grown Men Are Crying Blues When the Great Horse Leaves the Track for the Last Time In One Photo of Big Red Photograph: Final Farewell at Aqueduct Bringing Secretariat to Clairborne, November 12, 1973 Those Who Never Cried Photograph: Ron Turcotte Saying Goodbye Photograph: Boarding the Plane Photo of Secretariat in the Fuselage Going Back In That Photograph On the Plane to Clairborne Photograph In This Photograph the Plane Seems Rounded Photograph: Secretariat with Eddie Sweat on the Plane Back to Clairborne The Blue and White Chartered Plane At Lexington On the Day He Comes to Clairborne For Company, Torn Leaves Perfumed With the Scent of Mares On This November Sunday Secretariat On One of His Last Nights Secretariat Dreams When Secretariat Dreamt Mist Slides from Blue Moonlight Photograph at Clairborne Early Before Visitors Come to Press Against the Fence, Spray from the Horse’s Bath in the Air like Snowflakes Early Quiet Morning Between Mares at the Stud Farm When Lightning Came In the Fields of Spring Hot July, With the Sky Cloudless, Cobalt In Other Fields Was Secretariat Puzzled? Past White Swans and the Century Oaks Some Say Horses Know: He Was Led to the Van, a Shank Clipped Over Him Each Year the Red Horse, a Little Less Red Tho a Horse Can Never Tell You His Dreams For Stallions, Touch is a Fleeting Pleasure The Laminae After Those Gorgeous Feet Is Secretariat Learning New Music? If You Part of the Animal You Got to Cry, That’s When the Sad Moment Come” In Those Last Days Sucker-Punched No, a Horse Can’t Tell You His Dream Some Say Horses Know When That Morning Too Perfect to Replicate The Heart of an Average Horse Weighs about 9 Lbs Not Like Any Other Horse Foaling Barn Photo It Was as if No One Could Find Anything Dark In the Dream of the Healed Hoof Photograph of Clairborne, Secretariat’s Last Home Past His Stone, the Willow