Mary Elizabeth Frye

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

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep


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.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002
Edited: Wednesday, November 27, 2013

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  • Anusree Anu (5/4/2014 9:45:00 AM)

    that is what i would tell my family and friends when i die.......
    written so beautifully
    bravo! (Report) Reply

  • Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (4/12/2014 10:15:00 AM)

    A good poem with so much inspiration to the mind those who fear the ultimate end of life that is the so called death and its after effect (Report) Reply

  • Sreelekha Premjit (4/8/2014 1:50:00 AM)

    That's a very touching poem.. one returns to the elements of life.. the mad elements of life.. in death.. (Report) Reply

  • Hazel Constant (2/27/2014 12:34:00 AM)

    I'm not sure whether this is allowed, but I needed to share this. This poem was turned into a song (by whom I'm not sure) , and there's a video of Conor O'Brien singing it, and he has the voice of an angel, so if it's okay I wanted to share the link:
    http: //www.youtube.com/watch? v=gkfLms4KQ_s (Report) Reply

  • Krishnakumar Chandrasekar Nair (11/6/2013 4:36:00 AM)

    Yes, we will all be in the passing winds that blow
    In the dust beneath the fallen snow
    In the warmth of the summer sun
    All this when our life is really done
    And there be no real death for any one..............

    To all ye poets who readeth this, I welcome thee to my poet page too for ye to comment....... (Report) Reply

  • Poems 7137 (11/4/2013 7:13:00 AM)

    These are one of the most influential words written in such an easy flow. Great message conveyed exceptionally
    beautifully. (Report) Reply

  • Moxe Sako (10/22/2013 8:06:00 PM)

    like Randy answered I'm shocked that a mother able to earn $5932 in 1 month on the internet. visit the website http: //www.jobs64.com (Report) Reply

  • Lizzy Bennet (5/20/2013 1:06:00 PM)

    this is one of my favorite poems... love never dies.. a loving soul will continue to exist even after death.. it will exist in all the elements that make this universe.. this is the way to remember someone or be remembered.. beautiful words.. (Report) Reply

  • Mark Dillon (2/7/2013 7:05:00 AM)

    A true tribute to the spirit of mankind, we are not just one element, mortal life is just one phase of a never ending circle. (Report) Reply

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