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
- Mustard Flowers
- Olney Hymn 26: On Opening A Place For Social Prayer by William Cowper
- Омар Хайям – Моя любовь к тебе достигла совершенства
- Алексей Ржевский – Ода Императору Петру Феодоровичу
- Омар Хайям – До того, как мы чашу судьбы изопьем
- The Freshness by Rumi
- Drinking While Driving by Raymond Carver
- The Haymakers Song
- Владимир Маяковский – Чтоб жизнь трудовую наладить заново
- Cell Mate
- Наум Коржавин – Неужели птицы пели
- To Vernon Lee poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- Electra On Azalea Path by Sylvia Plath
- From The Woolworth Tower by Sara Teasdale
- The Shield of Achilles by W. H. Auden
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).
