Naomi Shihab Nye

(12 March 1952 / St. Louis, Missouri)

Naomi Shihab Nye Poems

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

Making A Fist

We forget that we are all dead men conversing wtih dead men.
—Jorge Luis Borges

For the first time, on the road north of Tampico,
I felt the life sliding out of me,
a drum in the desert, harder and harder to hear.
I was seven, I lay in the car
watching palm trees swirl a sickening pattern past the glass.
My stomach was a melon split wide inside my skin.

'How do you know if you are going to die?'
I begged my mother.
We had been traveling for days.
With strange confidence she ...

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Hidden

If you place a fern
under a stone
the next day it will be
nearly invisible
as if the stone has
swallowed it.

If you tuck the name of a loved one
under your tongue too long

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