Naomi Shihab Nye

(12 March 1952 / St. Louis, Missouri)

Naomi Shihab Nye Poems

1. One Way or Another 4/30/2015
2. Valentine for Ernest Mann 5/9/2015
3. Business 5/13/2015
4. How Palestinians Keep Warm 5/16/2015
5. Arabic 5/16/2015
6. Snow 5/16/2015
7. Lying While Birding 5/22/2015
8. Arabs in Finland 6/10/2015
9. Many Asked Me Not to Forget Them 6/22/2015
10. Negotiations with a Volcano 12/10/2015
11. Loving Working 1/23/2016
12. The Turtle Shrine Near Chittagong 1/4/2012
13. Spruce Street, Berkeley 1/4/2012
14. Last August Hours Before The Year 2000 1/4/2012
15. The Small Vases From Hebron 1/4/2012
16. Supple Cord 1/4/2012
17. Song Book 12/1/2014
18. The Story, Around The Corner 1/4/2012
19. Alaska 1/4/2012
20. Fundamentalism 1/4/2012
21. Truth Serum 1/4/2012
22. Wedding Cake 12/17/2014
23. Yellow Glove 1/4/2012
24. The Traveling Onion 12/26/2014
25. Jerusalem 1/4/2012
26. Hugging The Jukebox 1/4/2012
27. Trying To Name What Doesn’t Change 1/4/2012
28. Burning The Old Year 1/4/2012
29. Boy And Egg 1/4/2012
30. The Words Under The Words 1/4/2012
31. My Uncle’s Favorite Coffee Shop 1/4/2012
32. San Antonio 1/4/2012
33. Sewing, Knitting, Crocheting... 1/13/2003
34. Hello 1/4/2012
35. The Rider 1/4/2012
36. Famous 1/4/2012
37. Different Ways To Pray 1/4/2012
38. Two Countries 1/20/2003
39. Streets 1/20/2003
40. Half-And-Half 1/13/2003
Best Poem of Naomi Shihab Nye

The Art Of Disappearing

When they say Don't I know you?
say no.

When they invite you to the party
remember what parties are like
before answering.
Someone telling you in a loud voice
they once wrote a poem.
Greasy sausage balls on a paper plate.
Then reply.

If they say We should get together
say why?

It's not that you don't love them anymore.
You're trying to remember something
too important to forget.
Trees. The monastery bell at twilight.
Tell them you have a new project.
It will never be finished.

When someone recognizes you in a grocery ...

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Blood

"A true Arab knows how to catch a fly in his hands,"
my father would say. And he'd prove it,
cupping the buzzer instantly
while the host with the swatter stared.

In the spring our palms peeled like snakes.
True Arabs believed watermelon could heal fifty ways.
I changed these to fit the occasion.

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