Naomi Shihab Nye

(12 March 1952 / St. Louis, Missouri)

Naomi Shihab Nye Poems

41. Truth Serum 1/4/2012
42. Trying To Name What Doesn’t Change 1/4/2012
43. Two Countries 1/20/2003
44. Valentine for Ernest Mann 5/9/2015
45. Wedding Cake 12/17/2014
46. Yellow Glove 1/4/2012
Best Poem of Naomi Shihab Nye

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
without speaking it
it becomes blood
sigh
the little sucked-in breath of air
hiding everywhere
beneath your words.

No one sees
the fuel that feeds you.


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Streets

A man leaves the world
and the streets he lived on
grow a little shorter.

One more window dark
in this city, the figs on his branches
will soften for birds.

If we stand quietly enough evenings

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