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
- “`Roses crimson, roses white” poem – Alfred Austin
- The Gadfly poem – John Keats poems
- Liebestod
- Владимир Высоцкий – Ленинградская блокада
- To Byron poem – John Keats poems
- A Petition poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Маяковский – Электричество – вид энергии
- Meeting and Passing by Robert Frost
- Water Strider by Aaron Baker
- How We Heard The Name
- Георгий Иванов – Альбомный сонет
- Lucid Dreams by Talha Jafri
- In May by William Henry Davies
- Василий Жуковский – К князю Вяземскому
- The Coronet poem – Andrew Marvell poems
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).
