Mary Elizabeth Frye

(13 November, 1905 - 15 September 2004 / Dayton, Ohio)

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep - Poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye

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.

Form: Sonnet


Comments about Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep by Mary Elizabeth Frye

  • Jun Munez (2/20/2017 1:53:00 AM)


    Beautifully penned depiction of the immortality of our soul. (Report) Reply

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  • (2/10/2017 5:53:00 AM)

    Alternative final line
    You rest now in my memory (Report) Reply

  • Zachary Edmond Lockhart (2/9/2017 12:21:00 PM)


    So much imagery and emotional prowess in this beautiful! I'll want it read over my grave some day, hopefully far from now (Report) Reply

  • Paula Stolpman (2/4/2017 1:38:00 PM)

    Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep by Mary Elzabeth Frye
    I cherish this one, it reaches the depth of my heart, there is a mysterious
    connection, a comforting believable love forever.
    (Report) Reply

  • Neptune Barman (1/7/2017 6:08:00 AM)


    This poem holds a ironical theme..and hope too that those whom we lost are with us soo comfoting poem (Report) Reply

  • Tom Allport (12/30/2016 4:16:00 PM)

    tom allport
    a very comforting poem well written. (Report) Reply

  • (12/24/2016 7:57:00 PM)

    Beautiful words which give some comfort as I feel such a sense of loss with the recent passing of my wonderful darling mother
    Lovely word which giv some comfort and hope. (Report) Reply

  • (12/18/2016 10:20:00 PM)


    Wonderfully said (Report) Reply

  • Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh (12/15/2016 5:02:00 AM)


    After death body and soul mingled with nature.Heartening! (Report) Reply

  • (11/10/2016 11:45:00 AM)


    Wow, what a beautiful poem . (Report) Reply

  • (11/3/2016 7:55:00 PM)


    I found this in ANN LANDERS column almost 60 years ago. It has been a reminder too many times esp last few years. (Report) Reply

  • (11/3/2016 9:33:00 AM)

    Fantastic Help in Mourning
    My daughter and only child, the true love of my life, recently passed after bravely and undauntingly suffering and battling numerous diseases for 14 years. She is truly gorgeous from the inside out. This poem, while an old stand by, was sent to me by my daughter's dearest friend. I re-read it frequently in order to help me heal. (Report) Reply

    Paula Stolpman Paula Stolpman (2/4/2017 1:34:00 PM)

    Our family received this poem after my sister age 14 passed in 1974 it still hangs on the wall of my 92 yr. old mother's bedroom. I have hand lettered it in art pieces for many hurting, grieving friends and acquaintances. I cherish this one, it reaches the depth of my heart, there is a mysterious
    connection, a comforting believable love forever.

  • (11/2/2016 4:04:00 AM)


    A stunning poesie!! (Report) Reply

  • (10/26/2016 8:13:00 PM)


    Exquisite! (Report) Reply

  • Rebecca Navarre (10/25/2016 10:01:00 PM)


    Beautiful Piece! ! ! Wish To Hold Close To My Heart Always! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • (9/4/2016 9:11:00 AM)


    ❤❤❤ (Report) Reply

  • Mizzy ........ (8/27/2016 4:11:00 PM)


    Always a delight to read this.......very uplifting! (Report) Reply

  • (8/9/2016 8:08:00 PM)


    Always nice to know the history of the poet
    a Baltimore housewife and florist, best known as the author of the poem Do not stand at my grave and weep, written in 1932.

    She was born Mary Elizabeth Clark, and was orphaned at the age of three. In 1927 she married Claud Frye.

    The identity of the author of the poem was unknown until the late 1990s, when Frye revealed that she had written it. Her claim was later proven by Abigail Van Buren.

    Her poem was also used in one of the Norwegian protocols to express condolences after the 2011 Norway attacks. more »
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  • Muhiba Naik (7/14/2016 1:30:00 AM)


    It's so beautiful! Just so beautiful (Report) Reply

  • Bri Edwards (7/1/2016 2:08:00 PM)


    Where shall they all weep when i am gone?
    Shall they weep by the dandelions in a lawn?
    Shall they weep as they pass the new landfill?
    I guess they'll weep where and when they will.


    i don't suppose so many people would consider MY poem as beautiful as yours.

    yours will end up in MyPoemList today.

    bri ;)

    p.s. i saw this listed as one of another poet's favorite.
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

Poem Edited: Wednesday, November 27, 2013


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