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shihab360 · 2 years
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Babar Azam Roar 🔥 | Babar azam the lion king |
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feral-ballad · 5 months
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Naomi Shihab Nye, from Fuel: Poems; “Hidden”
[Text ID: "If you tuck the name of a loved one / under your tongue too long / without speaking it / it becomes blood"]
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luthienne · 4 months
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Naomi Shihab Nye
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liriostigre · 1 year
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Naomi Shihab Nye, “Sifter.” A Maze Me: Poems for Girls
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aridante · 3 months
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Naomi Shihab Nye, “The Only Democracy in the Middle East”
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soracities · 4 months
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Naomi Shihab Nye, "No Explosions", The Tiny Journalist: Poems [ID'd]
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wensvol · 6 months
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when can i say your name and have it mean only your name and not what you left behind?
c. t. salazar / nosugarallspicenothingnice on pinterest / sierra demulder / naomi shibab nye
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havingapoemwithyou · 4 months
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burning the old year by Naomi Shihab Nye
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shy-girl04 · 5 months
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I love the solitude of reading. I love the deep dive into someone else’s story, the delicious ache of a last page.
Naomi Shihab Nye
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apollon-emos · 8 days
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DONATE $10-15 to: https://helpgazachildren.notion.site/, ANERA or PCRF in exchange for a 12-16 line poem. [Check my pinned for more on the Poems for Palestine fundraiser.] Commissioned by @bioglitches.
This poem is based on an anecdote recounted by Naomi Shihab Nye:
"A little Darwish tale worth telling: My husband, photographer Michael Nye, once photographed in a West Bank Palestinian refugee camp for days, and was followed around by a little girl who wanted him to photograph her. Finally, he did — and she held up a stone with a poem etched into it. (This picture appears on the cover of my collection of poems, 19 Varieties of Gazelle — Poems of the Middle East.) Through a translator, Michael understood that the poem was “her poem” — that’s what she called it. We urged my dad to translate the verse, which sounded vaguely familiar, but without checking roundly enough, we quoted the translation on the book flap and said she had written the verse. Quickly, angry scholars wrote to me pointing out that the verse was from a famous Darwish poem. I felt terrible. I was meeting him for the first and last time the next week. Handing over the copy of the book sheepishly, I said, “Please forgive our mistake. If this book ever gets reprinted, I promise we will give the proper credit for the verse.” He stared closely at the picture. Tears ran down his cheeks. “Don’t correct it,” he said. “It is the goal of my life to write poems that are claimed by children.”" [x]
Poems for Palestine $ 2135/2000!!!!!!!!
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feral-ballad · 5 months
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Naomi Shihab Nye, from Fuel: Poems; “The Last Day of August”
[Text ID: "It is hard not to love the pile of peelings / growing on the counter next to the knife."]
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luthienne · 4 months
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from "11 POEMS—TITLES BY AZIZ SHIHAB—FROM HIS NOTEBOOKS" as featured in Naomi Shihab Nye's Transfer: Poems
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liriostigre · 2 years
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Naomi Shihab Nye, “Sometimes I Pretend.” A Maze Me: Poems for Girls
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aridante · 3 months
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Naomi Shihab Nye, excerpt from “‘Just Call Me Aziz,’ 11 Poems—Titles by Aziz Shihab—From His Notebooks” in Transfer
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firstfullmoon · 1 year
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Naomi Shihab Nye, “Rumor Mill,” in The Tiny Journalist
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apoemaday · 2 days
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Daily
by Naomi Shihab Nye
These shriveled seeds we plant, corn kernel, dried bean, poke into loosened soil, cover over with measured fingertips
These T-shirts we fold into perfect white squares
These tortillas we slice and fry to crisp strips This rich egg scrambled in a gray clay bowl
This bed whose covers I straighten smoothing edges till blue quilt fits brown blanket and nothing hangs out
This envelope I address so the name balances like a cloud in the center of sky
This page I type and retype This table I dust till the scarred wood shines This bundle of clothes I wash and hang and wash again like flags we share, a country so close no one needs to name it
The days are nouns: touch them The hands are churches that worship the world
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