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
- The Dream poem – Alexander Pushkin
- The Season poem – Alfred Austin
- Ольга Седакова – Последний читатель
- Metaphors Of A Magnifico by Wallace Stevens
- Владимир Британишский – Чай
- Ojira To Her Lover
- Despair
- Italy
- The Puzzled Game-Birds by Thomas Hardy
- Ольга Берггольц – Приятелям
- On The Conduct Of The World Seeking Beauty Against Government poem – Allen Ginsberg
- Immigranten by Ndue Ukaj
- Владимир Набоков – Ты многого, слишком ты многого хочешь
- Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep by Mary Frye
- Friend, your white beard sweeps the ground by Stephen Crane
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).
