Naomi Shihab Nye

(12 March 1952 / St. Louis, Missouri)

Naomi Shihab Nye Poems

1. Alaska 1/4/2012
2. Arabic 5/16/2015
3. Arabs in Finland 6/10/2015
4. Blood 1/20/2003
5. Boy And Egg 1/4/2012
6. Burning The Old Year 1/4/2012
7. Business 5/13/2015
8. Different Ways To Pray 1/4/2012
9. Famous 1/4/2012
10. Fundamentalism 1/4/2012
11. Half-And-Half 1/13/2003
12. Hello 1/4/2012
13. Hidden 1/13/2003
14. How Palestinians Keep Warm 5/16/2015
15. Hugging The Jukebox 1/4/2012
16. Jerusalem 1/4/2012
17. Last August Hours Before The Year 2000 1/4/2012
18. Loving Working 1/23/2016
19. Lying While Birding 5/22/2015
20. Making A Fist 1/20/2003
21. Many Asked Me Not to Forget Them 6/22/2015
22. My Uncle’s Favorite Coffee Shop 1/4/2012
23. Negotiations with a Volcano 12/10/2015
24. One Way or Another 4/30/2015
25. San Antonio 1/4/2012
26. Sewing, Knitting, Crocheting... 1/13/2003
27. Shoulders 1/4/2012
28. Snow 5/16/2015
29. So Much Happiness 1/4/2012
30. Song Book 12/1/2014
31. Spruce Street, Berkeley 1/4/2012
32. Streets 1/20/2003
33. Supple Cord 1/4/2012
34. The Art Of Disappearing 1/4/2012
35. The Rider 1/4/2012
36. The Small Vases From Hebron 1/4/2012
37. The Story, Around The Corner 1/4/2012
38. The Traveling Onion 12/26/2014
39. The Turtle Shrine Near Chittagong 1/4/2012
40. The Words Under The Words 1/4/2012
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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