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
- Lover’s Gifts LVI: The Evening Was Lonely by Rabindranath Tagore
- The Magic Wand
- Last Words poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Tent poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
- Robert Burns: A Dream: Thoughts, words, and deeds, the Statute blames with reason; But surely Dreams were ne’er indicted Treason. On reading, in the public papers, the Laureate’s Ode, with the other parade of June 4th, 1786, the Author was no sooner dropt asleep, than he imagined himself transported to the Birth-day Levee: and, in his dreaming fancy, made the following Address:
- Lilian poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Олег Григорьев – На собрании
- Auld Maitland poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Percy Janes Boarding The Bus
- Lover’s Gifts XIX: It Is Written in the Book by Rabindranath Tagore
- What’s wrong with volunteering?
- Near The Wall Of A House by Yehuda Amichai
- On Pedigree. From Epicharmus by William Cowper
- Faith and Faiths by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
- The Sea And the Hills by Rudyard Kipling
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).
