Harold Norse - Works

Works

  • In the Hub of the Fiery Force, Collected Poems of Harold Norse 1934-2003, New York: Thunder's Mouth Press, 2003
  • The American Idiom: A Correspondence, with William Carlos Williams, San Francisco: Bright Tyger Press, 1990
  • Memoirs of a Bastard Angel, preface by James Baldwin, New York: William Morrow and Company, 1989
  • The Love Poems 1940-1985, Trumansburg, New York: The Crossing Press, 1986
  • Mysteries of Magritte, San Diego: Atticus Press, 1984
  • Carnivorous Saint: Gay Poems 1941-1976, San Francisco: Gay Sunshine Press, 1977
  • Beat Hotel, German translation by Carl Weissner, Augsburg, Federal Republic of Germany: Maro Verlag, 1975
    • Beat Hotel (the English original), San Diego: Atticus Press, 1983
    • Beat Hotel, Italian translation by Giulio Saponaro, Italy: Stamperia della Frontiera, 1985
  • Hotel Nirvana, San Francisco: City Lights, 1974
  • Karma Circuit, San Francisco: Panjandrum Press, 1973
  • Charles Bukowski, Philip Lamantia and Harold Norse, Penguin Modern Poets 13., Harmondsworth: Penguin, 1969
  • Karma Circuit, London: Nothing Doing in London, 1966
  • The Dancing Beasts, New York: Macmillan, 1962
  • The Roman Sonnets of Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli, Jargon 38, 1960; London, Villiers, 1974
  • The Undersea Mountain, Denver: Swallow Press, 1953

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