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
- Water Strider by Aaron Baker
- He Remembers Forgotten Beauty by William Butler Yeats
- Николай Языков – Стансы (В час, как деву молодую)
- Ольга Седакова – Сказка
- The Conditional
- The Queen
- Николай Заболоцкий – Летний вечер
- This Living Hand poem – John Keats poems
- The Road to Avignon poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Untitled #12 by Nijole Miliauskaite
- Владимир Солоухин – Волки
- If A Tree Could Wander by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- The Complaint Of A Forsaken Indian Woman by William Wordsworth
- Эмиль Верхарн – Вокруг моего дома
- The Cottage Hospital poem – John Betjeman 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).
