Do not stand at my grave and weep

This is one of the poems that resemble the beauty in meaningful simplicity. I just love it.

By Elizabeth Frye

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.

2 comments:

Noor | December 12, 2010 at 10:01 PM

Simply amazing!!

I love it. Thanks for sharing <3 I honestly adore the pictures, quotes, thoughts, and poems u share here.

Knee | December 14, 2010 at 2:08 AM

You should check the wikipedia page dedicated to it, story's quite interesting =)
Thank you for stepping by sweet <3 <3

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