Where we live in the world is never one place. Our hearts, those dogged mirrors, keep flashing us moons before we are ready for them.
As a direct line to human feeling, empathic experience, genuine language and detail, poetry is everything that headline news is not. It takes us insi… - Naomi Shihab Nye
As a direct line to human feeling, empathic experience, genuine language and detail, poetry is everything that headline news is not. It takes us insi…
- Naomi Shihab Nye
Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside, you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing. - Naomi Shihab Nye
Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside, you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
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 … - Naomi Shihab Nye
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 …
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
I love the solitude of reading. I love the deep dive into someone else's story, the delicious ache of a last page.
If a teacher told me to revise, I thought that meant my writing was a broken-down car that needed to go to the repair shop. I felt insulted. I didn't… - Naomi Shihab Nye
If a teacher told me to revise, I thought that meant my writing was a broken-down car that needed to go to the repair shop. I felt insulted. I didn't…
Being alive is a common road. It's what we notice makes us different. - Naomi Shihab Nye
Being alive is a common road. It's what we notice makes us different.
Let me peer out at the world through your lens. (Maybe I'll shudder, or gasp, or tilt my head in a question.) Let me see how your blue is my turquois… - Naomi Shihab Nye
Let me peer out at the world through your lens. (Maybe I'll shudder, or gasp, or tilt my head in a question.) Let me see how your blue is my turquois…
I am looking for the human who admits his flaws Who shocks the adversary By being kinder not stronger What would that be like? We don't even know - Naomi Shihab Nye
I am looking for the human who admits his flaws Who shocks the adversary By being kinder not stronger What would that be like? We don't even know
Poetry calls us to pause. There is so much we overlook, while the abundance around us continues to shimmer, on its own. - Naomi Shihab Nye
Poetry calls us to pause. There is so much we overlook, while the abundance around us continues to shimmer, on its own.
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