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Sat 30 Nov, 2002 02:44 pm
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in the thousand winds that blow
I am the softly falling snow
I am the gentle showers of rain
I am the ripening fields of grain
I am in the morning hush
I am in the graceful rush
of beautiful birds in circling flight
I am the starshine of the night
I am in the flowers that bloom
I am in a quiet room
I am the birds that sing
I am in each lovely thing
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die.
Donne?
Ahh, now I remember, Debacle posted this to another site of mine and it's Mr Anon.
You certainly ARE the fastest
respondent that I have ever seen
craven, my raven
I love that one. Someone sent it to me quite some time ago and I think it's beautiful :-)
why thank you so much gezzy
you are just the sweetest
kitten i ever saw
Nobody knows I guess.
The author Mary Frye
1932
I was sure it was anon, too. Great poem. Always a comfort.
Just perfect for a Hallmark greeting card!
Babsatamelia,
I am a newbie, and have read for HOURS, but just now reading this one. Thank you for the author's name, I wanted to know. (Don't be surprised as this topic sparks anew, often.)
This is a rhyme familiar to me, and like most, I find it to be beautiful and lyrical in expression. Also, like much poetry, it leaves many things unsaid, and explains nothing. It exists for inspiration.
Yet, perhaps- there are grieving loved ones, who will feel comforted hearing it- if they can find belief in themselves that their dearly departed is truly transformed, not forever gone.
I enjoy this forum- appreciate your contributions for my indulgence!