FAMOUS
The river is famous to the fish.
The loud voice is famous to silence,
which knew it would inherit the earth
before anybody said so.
The cat sleeping on the fence is famous to the birds
watching him from the birdhouse.
The tear is famous, briefly, to the cheek ...
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From Words Under the Words: Selected Poems (Portland, Oregon: Far Corner Books, 1995)
8 comments:
This is one of my favorite poems by Naomi Shihab Nye! Best wishes for your Readergirlz Diva fame!
THIS poem gives me that opened-up feeling inside, the one that preludes tears. Beautiful.
Happy Diva-ing.
Very pretty.
Wonderful poem. Happy New Year and happy diva-ing!
It is a great poem, and I'm glad I stopped by your website to read it. Right now, as a sophomore in high school, I have so much stress, with honors classes ( I don't take AP's until next year), extracurriculars I know I have to have for college, and my general grades, which are not all that impressive. I have the urge to be something spectacular, yet I feel bad when I'm just normal.
After reading this poem, it will be good for me to come back and read it again,just to remind me, that I'm not supposed to be spectacular,or famous, I'm supposed to be me. I always seem to forget that. Thanks!
I love Naomi Shihab Nye and I love this poem. Thanks.
Thanks for your comment on my blog, too.
Since Tadmack also sent me a link to this poem, I'm sure I'm meant to print it and put in on my desk - which I just did. Thanks for sharing it.
I'm so glad you all loved it as much as I do.
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