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 glint of snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
When you awaken in the mornings 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
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This poem was writen by Mary Frye (1905-2004) in 1932. Will remove when she has her own page at OP.
You all should add or remove this..
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/7276-Americas-Anonymous-Do-Not-Stand-At-My-Grave-And-Weep -
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This is no longer posted as anonymous but is posted under Mz Frye's own name elsewhere on the site with appropriate notes.
Jim
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I have heard this read over the coffin of a friend.. You heart grows calm and you do believe for a moment,
they are gone
traces to be felt in the wind..
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