Anyone who says, “Here’s my address, write me a poem,” deserves something in reply. So I’ll tell you a secret instead: poems hide. In the bottoms of our shoes, they are sleeping. They are the shadows drifting across our ceilings… — Naomi Shihab Nye Copy Share Image
our limbs which had already traveled far beyond her world, carrying the click of distances in the smooth, untroubled soles of their shoes. — Naomi Shihab Nye Copy Share Image
“But I know we need to keep warm here on earth And when your shawl is as thin as mine is, you tell stories.” — Naomi Shihab Nye Copy Share Image
I support all people on earth who have bodies like and unlike my body, skins and moles and old scars, secret and public hair,… — Naomi Shihab Nye Copy Share Image
“We walked where the ancient pier juts into the sea. Stood on the rim of the pool, by the circle of black boulders. No… — Naomi Shihab Nye Copy Share Image
“rounded shoulders, the shoulders of women no one has touched for a long time. Men” — Naomi Shihab Nye Copy Share Image
I can never see fashion models, lean angular cheeks, strutting hips and blooming hair, without thinking of the skulls at the catacombs in Lima,… — Naomi Shihab Nye Copy Share Image
I am looking for the human who admits his flaws Who shocks the adversary By being kinder not stronger What would that be like?… — Naomi Shihab Nye Copy Share Image
“Remembering your mistakes more acutely than any minor success. This was the worst. The things that kept you up at night. Tip a waiter that was too small. The words that didn't fit the moment. Words that didn't come till to late. You could kill yourself in increments, punishing your spirit day after day-regret. Guilt. Not the guilt of the… — Naomi Shihab Nye Copy Share
“Grief is an ambush. You’re walking along feeling fine, look down, see a leaf, and begin to weep. —Jack” — Naomi Shihab Nye Copy Share Image
Teaching and writing are separate, but serve/feed one another in so many ways. Writing travels the road inward, teaching, the road out - helping… — Naomi Shihab Nye Copy Share Image
What did exclusivity ever have to offer but a distorted, unrealistic view of the world? People who stuck only to their own kind were… — Naomi Shihab Nye Copy Share Image
