“A poem is a cup of words open to the sky and wind in a bucket.” SkyWindCupsBuckets Author:Naomi Shihab Nye
“maybe we try too hard to be remembered, waking to the glowing yellow disc in ignorance, swearing that today will be the day, today we will make something of our lives. what if we are so busy searching for worth that we miss the sapphire sky and cackling blackbird. what else is missing? maybe our steps are too straight and our paths too narrow and not overlapping. maybe when they overlap someone in another country lights a candle, a couple resolves their argument, a young man puts down his silver gun and walks away.” IfsMenTryingCountryHardLightTodayYoungWalksStepsPathOur LivesSkyMissingIgnoranceCoupleGunArgumentBusyRememberedYoung ManSilverWhat IfResolveWakingYellowCandleGlowingSwearingDiscsOverlappingBlackbirdsSapphires Author:Naomi Shihab Nye
“Since there is no place large enough to contain so much happiness, you shrug, you raise your hands, and it flows out of you into everything you touch. You are not responsible. You take no credit, as the night sky takes no credit for the moon, but continues to hold it, and share it, and in that way, be known.” WayEnoughHandsNightKnownSkyShareMoonFlowResponsibleRaisesCreditNight Sky Author:Naomi Shihab Nye
“For you who came so far; for you who held out, wearing a black scarf to signify grief; for you who believe true love can find you amidst this atlas of tears linking one town to its own memory of mortar, when it was still a dream to be built and people moved there, believing, and someone with sky and birds in his heart said this would be a good place for a park.” PeopleBelieveHeartSaidStillsDreamWould BeBlackMemoriesGriefSkyTearsBirdBuiltTownsMovedParksGood PlaceScarvesAtlasMortar Author:Naomi Shihab Nye
