Famous Reno Poems by Famous Poets
These are examples of famous Reno poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous reno poems. These examples illustrate what a famous reno poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).
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dragonflames licking green flats north-hazed
State Capitol metallic rubble, dry checkered fields
to Sierras- past Reno, Pyramid Lake's
blue Altar, pure water in Nevada sands'
brown wasteland scratched by tires
Jerry Rubin arrested! Beaten, jailed,
coccyx broken--
Leary out of action--"a public menace...
persons of tender years...immature
judgement...pyschiatric examination..."
i.e. Shut up or Else Loonybin or Slam
Leroi on bum gun rap, $7,000
lawyer fees, yea...Read more of this...
by
Ginsberg, Allen
...d so she refills it. I read
slowly in The New York Times
that poems are dying in Iowa,
Missoula, on the outskirts of Reno,
in the shopping galleries of Houston.
We should all go to the grave
of the unknown poet while the rain
streaks our notebooks or stand
for hours in the freezing winds
off the lost books of our fathers
or at least until we can no longer
hold our pencils. Men keep coming
in and going out, and two of them
recall the great dirty fights
between Wi...Read more of this...
by
Levine, Philip
...colle
sotto 'l qual tu nascesti parve amaro.
Poi, presso al tempo che tutto 'l ciel volle
redur lo mondo a suo modo sereno,
Cesare per voler di Roma il tolle.
E quel che f? da Varo infino a Reno,
Isara vide ed Era e vide Senna
e ogne valle onde Rodano ? pieno.
Quel che f? poi ch'elli usc? di Ravenna
e salt? Rubicon, fu di tal volo,
che nol seguiteria lingua n? penna.
Inver' la Spagna rivolse lo stuolo,
poi ver' Durazzo, e Farsalia percosse
s? ch'al Nil caldo si sent? del...Read more of this...
by
Alighieri, Dante
...slight
need for Maine's coast. Later the funny salt
itched in my pores and stung like bees or sleet.
I rinsed it off on Reno and hurried to steal
a better proof at tables where I always lost.
Today is made of yesterday, each time I steal
toward rites I do not know, waiting for the lost
ingredient, as if salt or money or even lust
would keep us calm and prove us whole at last....Read more of this...
by
Sexton, Anne
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