Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep (Classic)

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


  1. Annie-
    I'm the poop
    the birds leave upon your stoop
    the hush
    that follows the swirled flush
    the pee, in yellow spray
    beside the sidewalk
    on a snow powder day.
    Sorry, we can't all be diamonds. but glad you are. It is a lovely poem. And I agree. don't weep for me. ~rick

  2. I read this at my grandmothers funeral

    Poignant for me right now


  3. this brought tears to my eyes. This was read by one of my sisters when we buried our brother in 1993.

  4. This, I love. Now, how to become these things while we still have these pesky bodies...

  5. Rick, you crack me up!

    Yvonne, thank you for the comment.

    Michelle, I guess it would be poignant. I hope it brought to mind good memories of your grandmother though.

    Inky, how tragic when those we love die young. I wish good memories for you as well.

    Erin, you are spot on, I love to think of life like that. For me what comes close is being absorbed in some great classical piece of music.