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The days run away like wild horses over the hills

Autor: Charles Bukowski; Noel Young; Barbara Martin; Earle Gray; Black Sparrow Press,
Editorial: Los Angeles : Black Sparrow Press, 1969. ©1969
Edición/Formato:   Libro : Poesía : Inglés (eng)Ver todas las ediciones y todos los formatos
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The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses is a book of poems written by Charles Bukowski for Jane, his first love. These poems explore a more emotional side to Charles Bukowski.

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Género/Forma: Poetry
Formato físico adicional: Online version:
Bukowski, Charles.
Days run away like wild horses over the hills.
Los Angeles, Black Sparrow Press, 1969
(OCoLC)565028079
Tipo de documento: Libro/Texto
Todos autores / colaboradores: Charles Bukowski; Noel Young; Barbara Martin; Earle Gray; Black Sparrow Press,
ISBN: 0876850050 9780876850053 0876850069 9780876850060
Número OCLC: 60084
Notas: "Printed December 1969 in Santa Barbara by Noel Young for the Black Sparrow Press. Design by Barbara Martin. This edition is limited to 1250 copies in paper wrappers; 250 hardcover copies numbered & signed by the poet; & 50 numbered copies handbound in boards by Earle Gray, signed & with an original illustration by the poet."--Colophon.
Descripción: 153 pages, 9 unnumbered pages : portrait ; 24 cm
Contenido: I. What a man I was --
mine --
freedom --
as the sparrow --
his wife, the painter --
down thru the marching --
these things --
poem for personnel managers: --
ice for the eagles --
plea to a passing maid --
waste basket --
:::the old movies --
peace --
I taste the ashes of your death --
for Jane: with all the love I had, which was not enough:- --
Uruguay or hell --
notice --
for Jane --
conversation on a telephone --
ants crawl my drunken arms --
a literary discussion --
watermelon --
for one I knew --
when Hugo Wolf went mad- --
riot --
meanwhile --
a poem is a city --
the cat --
hermit in the city. II. All-yellow flowers --
what seems to be the trouble, gentlemen? --
spring swan --
remains --
the moment of truth --
on the fire suicides of the buddhists --
a division --
conversation with a lady sipping a straight shot --
the way it will happen inside a can of peaches --
scene in a tent outside the cotton fields of Bakersfield: --
night animal --
on the train to Del Mar --
I thought of ships, of armies, hanging on ... --
war and piece --
18 cars full of men thinking of what could have been --
the screw-game --
a night of Mozart --
sleeping woman --
when you wait for the dawn to crawl through the screen like a burglar to take your life away- --
poem while looking at an encyclopedia: --
3 lovers --
did I ever tell you? --
song of my typewriter: --
and the moon and the stars and the world: --
the sharks --
fag, fag, fag --
Ivan the Terrible --
the bones of my uncle --
a last shot on two good horses. III. No grounding in the classics --
drawing of a band concert on a matchbox --
bad night --
down by the wings --
fire --
one for the old man --
a drawer of fish --
L. Beethoven, half-back --
self-destruction --
these mad windows that taste life and cut me if I go through them --
birth --
on getting famous and being asked: can you recite? can you be there at nine? --
the great one: --
yellow --
:::the days run away like wild horses over the hills --
worms --
to hell with Robert Schumann --
the seminar --
one for Ging, with klux top --
communists --
family, family --
poem for the death of an American serviceman in Vietnam: --
guilt obsession behind a cloud of rockets: --
even the sun was afraid --
on a grant --
finish --
the underground --
from the Dept. of English --
footnote upon the construction of the masses: --
kaakaa & other immolations --
a problem of temperament --
poetess --
the miracle --
Mongolian coasts shining in light.
Responsabilidad: Charles Bukowski.

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