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
- Robert Burns: Inscription For An Altar Of Independence: At Kerroughtree, the Seat of Mr. Heron.
- Ольга Седакова – Три зеркала
- Pigeon Haiku by Violet Uram
- about emptiness… by Marina Cecilia Kohon
- Владимир Британишский – Не избранностью, не особенностью
- Torn Shades by Thomas Lux
- The Silver Moon by Sappho
- Nos Immortales by Stephen Vincent Benet
- Song at Sunset. by Walt Whitman
- Paralipomemnon
- Power Of Love by Valentine Mbagu
- In The Valley Of The Elwy poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- The Cleaving by Samuel Hazo
- The Country Doctor by Will McKendree Carleton
- Harrow-on-the-Hill poem – John Betjeman poems | Poems and Poetry
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