Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there.
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn’s rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there.
I did not die.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Sonnet Of Motherhood XXIV poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- Николай Огарев – Хандра
- gem_immortality.html
- To Mrs. M. B. On Her Birthday poem – Alexander Pope
- sadness from the night by Raj Arumugam
- Out from Behind this Mask. by Walt Whitman
- An Early Audience at the Palace of Light. (Harmonizing a poem for Secretary Jia Zhi.) by Wang Wei
- What Happened by Rudyard Kipling
- Владимир Корнилов – Иннокентий Анненский
- A Grace before Dinner by Robert Burns
- innocence.html
- Foreign Missions in Battle Array by Vachel Lindsay
- birch_tree.html
- Died of Wounds by Siegfried Sassoon
- Night Of Battle by Yvor Winters
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
