Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

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 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.

by Mary Elizabeth Frye

Comments (5)

... when burning June Waves his red flag... The poet probably expresses the harsh realities of life. Life is a subject to be experienced and confronted the way it is. Good poem. Sylv-Onyema Uba
The euphoria of new love (or should I say *infatuation*) makes bearable all the drudgeries of normal living, but can also make them interminably unbearable when they bring separation.
Toil and turmoil! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
putting things in perspective? being with the one you love is always at the fore front of one's mind.
Thanks for sharing+++++++++++++++++++++