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
- Woman Work by Maya Angelou
- Ecologue I by Virgil
- Coolness by Yosa Buson
- meeting.html
- The Unpromised Land, Montgomery, Alabama poem – Andrew Hudgins poems | Poems and Poetry
- Михаил Лермонтов – Блистая, пробегают облака
- Анатолий Жигулин – Кукует поздняя кукушка
- Владимир Маяковский – Россия – страна земледельческая… (РОСТА №874)
- A Lover poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Portrait From The Infantry
- The Uses of the Eye by Paul Blackburn
- Christmas in India by Rudyard Kipling
- English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Indifference. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
- Love’s Blindness poem – Alfred Austin
- A Ballad That We Do Not Perish poem – Zbigniew Herbert poems | Poetry Monster
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).
