Naomi Shihab Nye
Naomi Shihab Nye
Naomi Shihab Nyeis a poet, songwriter, and novelist. She was born to a Palestinian father and an American mother. Although she calls herself a "wandering poet", she refers to San Antonio as her home. She says a visit to her grandmother in the village of Sinjil was a life-changing experience. Nye was the recipient of the 2013 NSK Neustadt Prize for Children's Literature...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth12 March 1952
CountryUnited States of America
kindness sorrow knows
Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside, you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
abundance shimmer pauses
Poetry calls us to pause. There is so much we overlook, while the abundance around us continues to shimmer, on its own.
coats heavy be-good
Being good felt like a heavy coat, so I took it off.
kings loneliness boys
A boy told me if he roller-skated fast enough his loneliness couldn't catch up to him, the best reason I ever heard for trying to be a champion. What I wonder tonight pedaling hard down King William Street is if it translates to bicycles. A victory! To leave your loneliness panting behind you on some street corner while you float free into a cloud of sudden azaleas, pink petals that have never felt loneliness, no matter how slowly they fell.
kindness shadow world
only kindness that raises its head from the crowd of the world to say it is I you have been looking for, and then goes with you everywhere like a shadow or a friend.
kindness salt moments
Before you know what kindness really is you must lose things, feel the future dissolve in a moment like salt in a weakened broth.
lonely long world
It is really hard to be lonely very long in a world of words. Even if you don't have friends somewhere, you still have language, and it will find you and wrap its little syllables around you and suddenly there will be a story to live in.
compassion hair people
I support all people on earth who have bodies like and unlike my body, skins and moles and old scars, secret and public hair, crooked toes. I support those who have done nothing large.
lap trouble storyteller
We dropped our troubles into the lap of the storyteller, and they turned into someone else's.
clouds bird tree
The thousands small birds of January in their smooth soaring cloud finding the trees.
views people world
What did exclusivity ever have to offer but a distorted, unrealistic view of the world? People who stuck only to their own kind were scared people.
hurricanes sometimes save-me
Because sometimes I live in a hurricane of words and not one of them can save me.