Fortnightly Poetry: Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep by Mary Elizabeth Frye

In contrast to our last poem, this week’s is a little grimmer – a very well known piece by Mary Elizabeth Frye ‘Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep.’ It’s only a short poem but it packs a punch both emotionally and literarily.

With short lines and simply descriptive eovcation the poem really portrays a sense of peace and restfulness.

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 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.

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