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
- REGENERATING by Satish Verma
- The Gadfly poem – John Keats poems
- Низами Гянджеви – Семь красавиц
- Федор Тютчев – Князю Горчакову
- The Silence In The Church
- His Dream by William Butler Yeats
- Владимир Гиппиус – Друг, скажу тебе несказанное
- “Could I but leave men wiser by my song ” poem – Alfred Austin
- Федор Сологуб – Золушка
- Ольга Берггольц – Борису Корнилову
- I took my lyre and said by Sappho
- Николай Гербель – На смерть воробья
- Федор Тютчев – Как нас ни угнетай разлука
- Hunger and Thirst by Muhammad Dawood Jan
- София Парнок – Рондель
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).
