The New Yorkerのインスタグラム(newyorkermag) - 7月27日 00時31分

By the award-winning poet Naomi Shihab Nye, in this week's issue of the magazine. Tap the link in our bio to read the full poem.

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peg.german Maybe every drink should go back to aluminum and glass containers? Plastics industry has and had too much lobbying. Like can't even buy some vegetables that don't surround them , they could easily use wax baggies but don't.!

jhgorman3 More of an essay than a poem... but I guess if u put some arbitrary line breaks in something u write u can say ur generating tension and anticipation... and call it a poem. 😉

helen.duignan @mr_tmbls “Stripped of a sense of well-being..... this time in history had sapped us so thoroughly and we were desperate... “

mr_tmbls @mr_tmbls I see differences, like in the lower case “s” for example. But to my eye it’s similar.

jamespatock Things are bad enough to distract poets from lamenting love. We truly are screwed.

jtmarks8 Tequila & Monster. Every can and bottle should have a 10 cent deposit for return.

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