LEADER 04860nam 2200553 450 001 9910786644803321 005 20230803203254.0 010 $a1-937875-62-8 035 $a(CKB)3710000000138073 035 $a(EBL)1689428 035 $a(SSID)ssj0001225347 035 $a(PQKBManifestationID)12541223 035 $a(PQKBTitleCode)TC0001225347 035 $a(PQKBWorkID)11268022 035 $a(PQKB)10926407 035 $a(MiAaPQ)EBC1689428 035 $a(Au-PeEL)EBL1689428 035 $a(OCoLC)881568648 035 $a(EXLCZ)993710000000138073 100 $a20220702d2014 uy 0 101 0 $aeng 135 $aur|n|---||||| 181 $ctxt 182 $cc 183 $acr 200 10$aSecretariat $ethe red freak, the miracle. /$fLyn Lifshin 210 1$aHuntsville, Texas :$cTexas Review Press,$d[2014] 210 4$dİ2014 215 $a1 online resource (310 p.) 300 $aDescription based upon print version of record. 311 $a1-937875-61-X 327 $aCONTENTS; PREFACE; WHEN A LEGGY FOAL COMES INTO THE WORLD; ON A NIGHT HERONS WERE DIVINGTHRU 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; MOTHERS 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 OTHERJUST WEANED FOALS 327 $aA DIFFERENT MORNING SMELLFEELING 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 SOUTHIN THE STILL BLACK EARLY MORNING,ONLY THE SLIGHT LIGHT; BRINGING SECRETARIAT TO FLORIDA; AFTER THE LAST ICE SLIDESFROM THE LEAVES; INSIDE THE BARN; "HE'S A NICE COLT AND HE'S JUST A BABY, YOU TAKE CARE OF HIM" 327 $aALMOST 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 SLEEPSMOSTLY 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 327 $aHANGING BACK,AS IF GATHERING HIMSELFTHAT AUGUST; LEAVING SARATOGA, AS HORSES LOAD INTO THE VANS; HE WASN'T LIKE THE DARK BEAUTY; YEARS LATERWILL SECRETARIAT REMEMBER; SARATOGA PHOTOGRAPH; PAST THE GINGERBREAD HOUSE, GUITAR MOAN FROM CAFE? 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 327 $a"HE LOOKS LIKE A ROLLS ROYCEIN A FIELD OF VOLKSWAGONS"COMING FROM THE PLACE; "YOU KNOW (HE) SORTA LIKE AN AIRPLANEJUS' PUT IT ON THE RUNWAY-WHEN YOU WANTSAND 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 327 $aAS THE GATES CRASHED 330 $a""This full arc of life-bigger than imagination in a raging fire-is set on paper by a poet obsessed with beauty, hooves, and the passion of flight....In Lifshin's language, spare yet metaphorically profound, we enter into that animal grace that only a true poet can convey, as we race on from poem to poem, joining Secretariat in triumph-'not for a win but a coronation.'" --Laura ChesterAS THE DAYS GET LONGERthe horse dreamsof flying in the airlike a gust of windon an abandonedChristmas tree,red exploding likea spurt of ligh 606 $aRace horses$vPoetry 615 0$aRace horses 676 $a811.54 700 $aLifshin$b Lyn$01565938 801 0$bMiAaPQ 801 1$bMiAaPQ 801 2$bMiAaPQ 906 $aBOOK 912 $a9910786644803321 996 $aSecretariat$93836066 997 $aUNINA