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

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.

Years before, a girl knocked,
wanted to see the Arab.
I said we didn't have one.
After that, my father told me who he was,
"Shihab"--"shooting star"--
a good name, borrowed from the sky.
Once I said, "When we die, we ...

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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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