Potential Titles: Naomi Shihab Nye

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Has mailed them dust - Naomi Shihab Nye "Abandoned Post Office, Big Bend"

Two bites of the same dessert - Naomi Shihab Nye "The Address Book of a Lonely Man"

Songs of the absent ones - Naomi Shihab Nye "Alien Rescue"

The echo right before dawn - Naomi Shihab Nye "Alien Rescue"

Her voice a library of kindness - Naomi Shihab Nye "Alien Rescue"

Hungry fingers moving through stories - Naomi Shihab Nye "Alien Rescue"

One hand out against the earth - Naomi Shihab Nye "All I Can Do"

One hand up against the sky - Naomi Shihab Nye "All I Can Do"

Into the sky's wide ear - Naomi Shihab Nye "Almost, Never"

Of wind knotted with cries - Naomi Shihab Nye "Almost, Never"

Smooth ripple of the wind's second name - Naomi Shihab Nye "Always Bring a Pencil"

Refusing to forget laughter - Naomi Shihab Nye "Arab Festival T-shirt"

Thought pain had no tongue - Naomi Shihab Nye "Arabic"

Tumbleweeds coming to their doors in the night - Naomi Shihab Nye "At Portales, New Mexico"

Flat tables spread with wind - Naomi Shihab Nye "At Portales, New Mexico"

A wilderness of new solutions - Naomi Shihab Nye "Because of Libraries We Can Say These Things"

Bees had radar in their wings and brains - Naomi Shihab Nye "Bees Were Better"

Give me the whole horizon - Naomi Shihab Nye "Better Vision"

Chattering ducks who never lose hope - Naomi Shihab Nye "Big Songs"

Where voices become bones - Naomi Shihab Nye "Biography of an Armenian Schoolgirl"

Uncovering the same sweet dust - Naomi Shihab Nye "Biography of an Armenian Schoolgirl"

The days had doors in them - Naomi Shihab Nye "Biography of an Armenian Schoolgirl"

Knows how to catch a fly in his hands - Naomi Shihab Nye "Blood"

This tragedy with a terrible root - Naomi Shihab Nye "Blood"

Wave the flag of stone and seed - Naomi Shihab Nye "Blood"

Wants to march the trail of flattened rye grass - Naomi Shihab Nye "Boy and Egg"

Back to the house of muttering hens - Naomi Shihab Nye "Boy and Egg"

Puts a stone inside your heart - Naomi Shihab Nye "Breaking the Fast"

Remember your deepest name - Naomi Shihab Nye "Breaking the Fast"

So much of any year is flammable - Naomi Shihab Nye "Burning the Old Year"

Orange swirling flame of days - Naomi Shihab Nye "Burning the Old Year"

An absence shouts, celebrates, leaves a space - Naomi Shihab Nye "Burning the Old Year"

Begin again with the smallest numbers - Naomi Shihab Nye "Burning the Old Year"

Quick dance, shuffle of losses and leaves - Naomi Shihab Nye "Burning the Old Year"

That secretly applauds this army of catalogues - Naomi Shihab Nye "Catalogue Army"

The wasteland where whimsy and impulse never camp - Naomi Shihab Nye "Catalogue Army"

Be my companion on this journey between dusts - Naomi Shihab Nye "Catalogue Army"

Citizen of every climate but customer to nothing - Naomi Shihab Nye "Catalogue Army"

Tucked under the wing of the day - Naomi Shihab Nye "Come with Me"

Placed one toe in the river of gloom - Naomi Shihab Nye "Coming Soon"

Cluttered days so sharp they cut - Naomi Shihab Nye "Coming Soon"

For the ghost of bread in Lebanon - Naomi Shihab Nye "Darling"

Our tea has trouble being sweet - Naomi Shihab Nye "Darling"

As if those addresses were a definite shore - Naomi Shihab Nye "A Definite Shore"

Being reduced to a single wish - Naomi Shihab Nye "A Definite Shore"

Our hearts will open like sieves - Naomi Shihab Nye "A Definite Shore"

The deliberate stones crossing this season - Naomi Shihab Nye "A Definite Shore"

Small calcium words uttered in sequence - Naomi Shihab Nye "Different Ways to Pray"

In fragrant buckets of vinegar and thyme - Naomi Shihab Nye "Different Ways to Pray"

Worried over the difficult relations of triangles - Naomi Shihab Nye "Ducks"

A break from sun's sharp gaze - Naomi Shihab Nye "Each Day We Are Given So Many Gifts"

Such a brief slip of minutes - Naomi Shihab Nye "Each Day We Are Given So Many Gifts"

Dreaming of light arriving - Naomi Shihab Nye "Elementary"

A vessel of golden hope - Naomi Shihab Nye "Elementary"

Aligned in a place of wisdom - Naomi Shihab Nye "Elementary"

Live inside his old words - Naomi Shihab Nye "Ellipse"

Made complete by single things - Naomi Shihab Nye "Even at War"

A giant cap to hold the dreams in - Naomi Shihab Nye "Even at War"

Lift out the gleaming hours - Naomi Shihab Nye "Every Day"

Our armor is invisible - Naomi Shihab Nye "Exotic Animals, Book for Children"

Folded document of hope - Naomi Shihab Nye "Facebook Notes"

The spine of a summer - Naomi Shihab Nye "Family Land"

The river is famous to the fish - Naomi Shihab Nye "Famous"

The loud voice is famous to silence - Naomi Shihab Nye "Famous"

Because it never forgot what it could do - Naomi Shihab Nye "Famous"

In the slim envelope of light - Naomi Shihab Nye "Feather"

Tie knots around the heads of weeds - Naomi Shihab Nye "Feather"

Only night's smooth stare - Naomi Shihab Nye "Fireflies"

Explosions of minor joy - Naomi Shihab Nye "Fold"

With the patience for origami - Naomi Shihab Nye "Fold"

A strip of land where nobody walks - Naomi Shihab Nye "Footfall"

Steps of the forgotten trudging through - Naomi Shihab Nye "Footfall"

A lack of oxygen in the news - Naomi Shihab Nye "Footfall"

The earth rattling beneath them - Naomi Shihab Nye "Footfall"

Pollen on October's breath - Naomi Shihab Nye "For Mohammed Zeid 0f Gaza, Age 15"

Owning all their vastness - Naomi Shihab Nye "For the 500th Dead Palestinian, Ibtisam Bozieh"

Because the eye has a short shadow - Naomi Shihab Nye "Fundamentalism"

But you need your own secret - Naomi Shihab Nye "Fundamentalism"

If mystery was never your friend - Naomi Shihab Nye "Fundamentalism"

If one way could satisfy the infinite heart - Naomi Shihab Nye "Fundamentalism"

Old roots twisted beyond our worry - Naomi Shihab Nye "Grandfathers Say"

Savory smoke from ancient fires - Naomi Shihab Nye "Grandfathers Say"

How loud the loneliness - Naomi Shihab Nye "Gray Road North from Shenzhen"

With their little fragrant faith - Naomi Shihab Nye "Grocery Store"

Prays in no language but his own - Naomi Shihab Nye "Half-and-Half"

The shriveled garlic and the bent bean - Naomi Shihab Nye "Half-and-Half"

Knowing you will read this message and scream - Naomi Shihab Nye "Hello"

I gave him the names of the devil - Naomi Shihab Nye "Hello"

Together with our sad shoes and hideouts - Naomi Shihab Nye "Hello"

No one sees the fuel that feeds you - Naomi Shihab Nye "Hidden"

Hiding everywhere beneath your words - Naomi Shihab Nye "Hidden"

The vault of his face closes - Naomi Shihab Nye "His Life"

Tying the shoelace to the stone - Naomi Shihab Nye "His Secret"

Held the power of three days - Naomi Shihab Nye "His Secret"

While it dreamed of fruit - Naomi Shihab Nye "Holy Land"

Lines between our pain and earth - Naomi Shihab Nye "Holy Land"

A fire inside your mouth - Naomi Shihab Nye "How Palestinians Keep Warm"

The dark wind of our breath - Naomi Shihab Nye "How Palestinians Keep Warm"

The soft hue of memory, moss green, kerosene yellow - Naomi Shihab Nye "Hugging the Jukebox"

Learns all the words to all the songs - Naomi Shihab Nye "Hugging the Jukebox"

A mouse in the moss - Naomi Shihab Nye "Hummingbird"

The toothache of tragedy - Naomi Shihab Nye "In Northern Ireland They Called It 'The Troubles'"

How empty the cup of hope can feel - Naomi Shihab Nye "In Northern Ireland They Called It 'The Troubles'"

Imagine the luxury of open roads - Naomi Shihab Nye "In Some Countries"

Sweeping water past the window - Naomi Shihab Nye "In That Time"

Read the slow text of grasses - Naomi Shihab Nye "In That Time"

To pour you full of rivers - Naomi Shihab Nye "In the Public Schools"

Rivers of dust through a window - Naomi Shihab Nye "In the Public Schools"

With such a straight faith - Naomi Shihab Nye "Inside the Riddle"

Not so green elsewhere - Naomi Shihab Nye "Isle of Mull, Scotland"

Our water isn't free either - Naomi Shihab Nye "It Was or It Wasn't"

Made of bone and flesh and story - Naomi Shihab Nye "Janna"

Something our lives forgot to give us - Naomi Shihab Nye "Jerusalem"

But everything comes next - Naomi Shihab Nye "Jerusalem"

Pretending power over my stones - Naomi Shihab Nye "Jerusalem's Smile"

Layers of giant time - Naomi Shihab Nye "Jerusalem's Smile"

Between the regions of kindness - Naomi Shihab Nye "Kindness"

The tender gravity of kindness - Naomi Shihab Nye "Kindness"

Catches the thread of all sorrows - Naomi Shihab Nye "Kindness"

Spun silk of mercy - Naomi Shihab Nye "Last August Hours Before the Year 2000"

Roof and walls of vine - Naomi Shihab Nye "Last August Hours Before the Year 2000"

Could live inside this rose - Naomi Shihab Nye "Last August Hours Before the Year 2000"

Bathe in a river of lost shoes - Naomi Shihab Nye "Last Song for the Mend-It Shop"

Years flying out of your skin - Naomi Shihab Nye "Late"

Deep evening echoes - Naomi Shihab Nye "Learning to Talk"

Square-dance with boulders - Naomi Shihab Nye "Little Blanco River"

Rolled home with brown sacks in our laps - Naomi Shihab Nye "Little Farmer"

Their okra bore an essence of perfection - Naomi Shihab Nye "Little Farmer"

Ripe corn whispered inside its perfect sheaves - Naomi Shihab Nye "Little Farmer"

Lost love and lonely stars - Naomi Shihab Nye "Little Farmer"

I wish I could harvest his patience - Naomi Shihab Nye "Little Farmer"

The path of sunlight through leaves - Naomi Shihab Nye "Little Farmer"

How dirt has always befriended me - Naomi Shihab Nye "Little Farmer"

Can find you amidst this atlas of tears - Naomi Shihab Nye "Lunch in Nablus City Park"

Linking one town to its memory of mortar - Naomi Shihab Nye "Lunch in Nablus City Park"

The borders we must cross separately - Naomi Shihab Nye "Making a Fist"

Stamped with our unanswerable woes - Naomi Shihab Nye "Making a Fist"

Lying in the backseat behind all my questions - Naomi Shihab Nye "Making a Fist"

A streak of patience in the air - Naomi Shihab Nye "Margaret"

Each mind a universe swirling - Naomi Shihab Nye "Mediterranean Blue"

Swam through sorrow - Naomi Shihab Nye "Mediterranean Blue"

Who share the air and the clouds - Naomi Shihab Nye "Messages from Everywhere"

Holding their places between - Naomi Shihab Nye "Meteor Watch"

But we drink midnight too - Naomi Shihab Nye "The Mind of Squash"

Blue locust lullaby - Naomi Shihab Nye "The Mind of Squash"

Said my name like a prayer - Naomi Shihab Nye "Moon over Gaza"

Each leaf expands its view - Naomi Shihab Nye "Morning Song"

Action on far away roads - Naomi Shihab Nye "Morning Song"

Barricades of words and wire - Naomi Shihab Nye "Morning Song"

Three secret hours before dawn - Naomi Shihab Nye "Muchas Gracias por Todo"

To hold the time that kept leaving - Naomi Shihab Nye "Music"

That last tone emptying into air - Naomi Shihab Nye "Music"

A magical geography of skin - Naomi Shihab Nye "My Body Is a Mystery"

Only the sky tying the universe together - Naomi Shihab Nye "My Grandmother in the Stars"

And only memory making us rich - Naomi Shihab Nye "My Grandmother in the Stars"

Raised his hand against the roaring ocean - Naomi Shihab Nye "My Uncle's Favorite Coffee Shop"

Double and nothing all at once - Naomi Shihab Nye "My Uncle's Favorite Coffee Shop"

Driving his parched streets - Naomi Shihab Nye "My Uncle's Favorite Coffee Shop"

Stars spilling over our huge night - Naomi Shihab Nye "My Wisdom"

Imagine silence more powerful - Naomi Shihab Nye "My Wisdom"

Thread space with our irregular journeys - Naomi Shihab Nye "Necessity Is Only 8 Miles Away"

A deep quiet plucked by firecrackers - Naomi Shihab Nye "New Year"

Like a catalogue of omissions - Naomi Shihab Nye "No One Thinks of Tegucigalpa"

Weaves a crib for my heart - Naomi Shihab Nye "No One Thinks of Tegucigalpa"

You reside in every dream - Naomi Shihab Nye "On the Old Black Canal Road by the International Hotel, Guangzhou"

Music lives inside my legs - Naomi Shihab Nye "One Boy Told Me"

Carrying my box of faces - Naomi Shihab Nye "One Boy Told Me"

Found your shoe full of honey - Naomi Shihab Nye "One Boy Told Me"

Climb their rich ladder of choruses - Naomi Shihab Nye "Open House"

The silence of frozen trees - Naomi Shihab Nye "Our Time"

Something else looming over your lives - Naomi Shihab Nye "A Palestinian Might Say"

Jingling its pocket of thin coins - Naomi Shihab Nye "The Palestinians Have Given Up Parties"

Our worlds echoing back and forth - Naomi Shihab Nye "Patience Conversations"

Memories in iron lock boxes - Naomi Shihab Nye "Patience Conversations"

Water of light poured freely - Naomi Shihab Nye "Peace"

The steady gaze of constellations - Naomi Shihab Nye "Pictures from the Occupied Territories"

The thousand small birds of January - Naomi Shihab Nye "Postscript"

Our tracks which disappear the moment we leave - Naomi Shihab Nye "Prayer in My Boot"

Knotted in the throat of a finch - Naomi Shihab Nye "Problems with the Story"

Twelve others might open - Naomi Shihab Nye "Problems with the Story"

Into a cloud of sudden azaleas - Naomi Shihab Nye "The Rider"

Stretches out the thread between days - Naomi Shihab Nye "San Antonio Mi Sangre: From the Hard Season"

Twice as alive as yesterday - Naomi Shihab Nye "Secret"

Make bets with destiny - Naomi Shihab Nye "Shadow"

Already missing what already left - Naomi Shihab Nye "Small People"

The long sorrow of the color red - Naomi Shihab Nye "The Small Vases from Hebron"

Combing your hair with my eyes - Naomi Shihab Nye "Smoke"

Air answers breath remembers - Naomi Shihab Nye "Some Days"

To gather what we lose - Naomi Shihab Nye "Someone Is Standing on the Roof of the World"

Casting ourselves toward ancient altars - Naomi Shihab Nye "Stay"

Absorbs this pliable light - Naomi Shihab Nye "Stay"

Do not crave our company - Naomi Shihab Nye "Stay"

Time holds us in its pocket - Naomi Shihab Nye "Stay"

No olive trees or mint leaves in their forest - Naomi Shihab Nye "Stay Afloat"

Can't remember a single right thing - Naomi Shihab Nye "Stay Afloat"

Because every life needs a hidden place - Naomi Shihab Nye "Stone House"

A few phrases pieced together around a kitchen table - Naomi Shihab Nye "The Story, around the Corner"

Where people might shop forever or throw a thousand stories away - Naomi Shihab Nye "The Story, around the Corner"

And you will have to answer the door - Naomi Shihab Nye "The Story, around the Corner"

Connected us in the dark - Naomi Shihab Nye "Supple Cord"

Leaning on what came before - Naomi Shihab Nye "The Tent"

Whole acres in their eyes - Naomi Shihab Nye "The Tent"

Memory, stitched. History, soothed - Naomi Shihab Nye "The Tent"

Wearing the sky - Naomi Shihab Nye "The Tent"

Without a line of language - Naomi Shihab Nye "The Tent"

Inside the steady gaze of stones - Naomi Shihab Nye "Those Whom We Do Not Know"

And the desert soaking up echoes - Naomi Shihab Nye "Those Whom We Do Not Know"

Hide inside a pocket of days - Naomi Shihab Nye "Thoughts That Came in Floating"

Another frigid night swooping down - Naomi Shihab Nye "300 Sheep"

Nothing big enough but freedom - Naomi Shihab Nye "Tiny Journalist Blues"

Lifts the air in its path - Naomi Shihab Nye "Travel Alarm"

Praise all small forgotten miracles - Naomi Shihab Nye "The Traveling Onion"

Even on a sorrowing day - Naomi Shihab Nye "The Tray"

Pinched a scent of night jasmine billowing off the fence - Naomi Shihab Nye "Truth Serum"

That frog song wanting nothing but echo - Naomi Shihab Nye "Truth Serum"

Called upon our ancient great aunts and their long slow eyes - Naomi Shihab Nye "Truth Serum"

Added a mint leaf now and then to hearten the broth - Naomi Shihab Nye "Truth Serum"

Orange butterfly between claps of thunder - Naomi Shihab Nye "Truth Serum"

We boiled down the lies in another pan - Naomi Shihab Nye "Truth Serum"

The weeds that grow up spidery by the side - Naomi Shihab Nye "Trying to Name What Doesn't Change"

Doesn't curve, doesn't break, doesn't grow - Naomi Shihab Nye "Trying to Name What Doesn't Change"

Shrinking back from the walls of the brain - Naomi Shihab Nye "Trying to Name What Doesn't Change"

Takes something different with it every time - Naomi Shihab Nye "Trying to Name What Doesn't Change"

Prayers in tissue radiant tubes - Naomi Shihab Nye "The Turtle Shrine near Chittagong"

Small as the hope of stumbling feet - Naomi Shihab Nye "The Turtle Shrine near Chittagong"

Did not hold long enough to get me down - Naomi Shihab Nye "The Turtle Shrine near Chittagong"

Where waves erase whole villages - Naomi Shihab Nye "The Turtle Shrine near Chittagong"

Forded the lulling currents of heat - Naomi Shihab Nye "The Turtle Shrine near Chittagong"

Where the spaces between our worlds take root - Naomi Shihab Nye "The Turtle Shrine near Chittagong"

The hundred corridors of cinnamon and rope - Naomi Shihab Nye "Two Countries"

A poem unwritten by grass - Naomi Shihab Nye "Unforgettable"

A poem unwritten by water - Naomi Shihab Nye "Unforgettable"

A place that let us all sorrow - Naomi Shihab Nye "Unforgettable"

Believe speaking is for others - Naomi Shihab Nye "Voices"

Shocking radiance of green - Naomi Shihab Nye "Wales"

The ten thousand travelers eating breakfast - Naomi Shihab Nye "What's Here"

In your memory trust me - Naomi Shihab Nye "Where Are You?"

As wind claims the whole sky - Naomi Shihab Nye "Wind and the Sleeping Breath of Men"

In the thousand streets beyond reach - Naomi Shihab Nye "Wind and the Sleeping Breath of Men"

Covering my head like cool prayers - Naomi Shihab Nye "The Words Under the Words"

Watching a strange car circle the streets - Naomi Shihab Nye "The Words Under the Words"

Who kneel and weep at mysterious shrines - Naomi Shihab Nye "The Words Under the Words"

The spaces we travel through, the messages we cannot send - Naomi Shihab Nye "The Words Under the Words"

Our voices are short and would get lost on the journey - Naomi Shihab Nye "The Words Under the Words"

Who fly from her like seeds into a deep sky - Naomi Shihab Nye "The Words Under the Words"

Answer, if you hear the words under the words - Naomi Shihab Nye "The Words Under the Words"

Just a world with a lot of rough edges - Naomi Shihab Nye "The Words Under the Words"

Difficult to get through, and our pockets full of stones - Naomi Shihab Nye "The Words Under the Words"

The scent of its own full shape - Naomi Shihab Nye "Words When We Need Them"

A legacy of secret tears - Naomi Shihab Nye "Working on his Sermon"

The coarse sleeve of sympathy - Naomi Shihab Nye "Working on his Sermon"

Life was a string of precautions - Naomi Shihab Nye "Yellow Glove"

Walked home on a desperate road - Naomi Shihab Nye "Yellow Glove"

My mother's eyes had tears they had not cried yet - Naomi Shihab Nye "Yellow Glove"

A promise made to the roaches who scouted my closet - Naomi Shihab Nye "Yellow Glove"

A pebble could show you how to be smooth - Naomi Shihab Nye "Yellow Glove"

A field could show how to sleep without walls - Naomi Shihab Nye "Yellow Glove"

No one in the world would ever know - Naomi Shihab Nye "Yellow Glove"

Part of the difference between floating and going down - Naomi Shihab Nye "Yellow Glove"

Mint leaves floating in a cup - Naomi Shihab Nye "You Are Your Own State Department"

Some are born to wonder - Naomi Shihab Nye "Your Weight, at Birth"


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