Poems by Naomi Shihab Nye
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Half-And-Half
... At his stall of blue pitchers on the Via Dolorosa, ...
Hidden
... swallowed it.If you tuck the name of a loved one ...
Truth Serum
... Called upon our ancient great aunts and their long slow eyes ...
Hugging the Jukebox
... this is not the end of the island, or the tablets this life has been ...
Burning the Old Year
... t, an absence shouts, celebrates, leaves a space ...
Famous
... The cat sleeping on the fence is famous to the birds ...
Making a Fist
... We forget that we are all dead men conversing wtih dead men ...
Last August Hours Before the Year 2000
... What better blessing than to move without hurry ...
Fundamentalism
... scrapes his little knife against the lead ...
Blood
... “A true Arab knows how to catch a fly in his hands,&rdquo ...
My Uncle’s Favorite Coffee Shop
... Immigrants drove the taxis, sold the beer and Cokes ...
Boy and Egg
... laughed and ran with a ball, leaving him, ...
The Turtle Shrine Near Chittagong
... had holes. All night, I was pitching something, ...
The Words Under the Words
... When she talks of the orchard and the new olive press, ...
Different Ways to Pray
... At night the men ate heartily, flat bread and white cheese, ...
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