Blood by Naomi Shihab Nye

Here’s a poet who belongs on this blog of appreciations, Naomi Shihab Nye. An Arab-American, born in America to a Palestinian father, Nye lived with her father’s family on the West Bank during a formative high school year. The subjugation and military occupation of one people by another neighboring people is a painful fact of life. Pride and shame of association and shifting of identities and personal narratives are part of every human story. Who are you? Where are you from? The world asks these questions of each of us nearly every day, and every day we ask ourselves the same.  Not every Father’s Day poem is sentimental.

“A true Arab knows how to catch a fly in his hands,”
my father would say. And he’d prove it,
cupping the buzzer instantly
while the host with the swatter stared.

In the spring our palms peeled like snakes.
True Arabs believed watermelon could heal fifty ways.
I changed these to fit the occasion.

Years before, a girl knocked,
wanted to see the Arab.
I said we didn’t have one.
After that, my father told me who he was,
“Shihab”—“shooting star”—
a good name, borrowed from the sky.
Once I said, “When we die, we give it back?”
He said that’s what a true Arab would say.
Today the headlines clot in my blood.

A little Palestinian dangles a truck on the front page.
Homeless fig, this tragedy with a terrible root
is too big for us. What flag can we wave?
I wave the flag of stone and seed,

table mat stitched in blue.I call my father, we talk around the news.

It is too much for him,
neither of his two languages can reach it.
I drive into the country to find sheep, cows,
to plead with the air:
Who calls anyone civilized?
Where can the crying heart graze?
What does a true Arab do now?

Dheisheh near Bethlehem, West Bank, Palestine

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