Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep: Mary E. Frye
Posted on: 23 February 2007
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.
6 Responses to "Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep: Mary E. Frye"
2 | FelineFrisky
23 February 2007 at 20:23
What a lovely thought. It’s so much more hopeful than the usual pomp and circumstance we have here.
Thank you for showing it to me! D 🙂
3 | Diane
23 February 2007 at 20:32
I always thought this poem was by ‘Anonymous’ so thanks for the author note. It’s my favourite poem ever. I cut it out of a newspaper years ago. Perfectly apt for the lovely Valentino too. Have a good weekend.
at home with ann 
23 February 2007 at 09:57
I adored this little poem when I first read it some years ago. It is lovely Ann.
love
I am the soft stars that shine at night. Perhaps we are those soft stars.
hugs for you.