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
- paralipomemnon.html
- Grass is a taut crew; poem – Amy Michelle Mosier poems | Poems and Poetry
- Silence by Marianne Moore
- Book Third [Residence at Cambridge] by William Wordsworth
- Юлия Друнина – Верность
- This I Beg To Have by Luis Estable
- Владимир Набоков – На сельском кладбище
- How Soon Hath Time poem – John Milton poems
- Minoan Porcelain poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
- You Will Forget! by Timothy Thomas Fortune
- A Promise to California. by Walt Whitman
- George and Sarah Green by William Wordsworth
- Михаил Лермонтов – Я не хочу, чтоб свет узнал
- When I heard at the Close of the Day. by Walt Whitman
- Journey Of Life by Nikhil Srinivas
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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).
