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
- Sonnet CXIX by William Shakespeare
- Orlando Furioso Canto 7 by Ludovico Ariosto
- Sonnet CVII by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 89: Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault by William Shakespeare
- The Songs of the Lathes by Rudyard Kipling
- How to Survive After Losing a Loved One
- Владимир Маяковский – Смотри, крестьянин (РОСТА №463)
- Gratitude To The Unknown Instructors by William Butler Yeats
- doughnuts for sale by Raj Arumugam
- Sonnet 10
- To a Discarded Toast by William Somervile
- English Poetry. Francis Turner Palgrave. A Churchyard in Oxfordshire. Фрэнсис Тернер Палгрев.
- The Death Of A Fly by Russell Edson
- Вера Павлова – Плачу, потому что не можешь со мной жить
- Вера Павлова – Завещание
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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).
