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

  • Rookie - 368 Points Ovi-enita Odiete (5/23/2015 4:13:00 AM)

    this is a very unique poem. I love the thrill and how it flows. it Is unique and lovable. very enthralling. (Report) Reply

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,116 Points Allotey Abossey (5/21/2015 5:13:00 AM)

    I did not die... Great ending, death is just the beginning of life.. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 997 Points Naida Nepascua Supnet (5/20/2015 8:35:00 AM)

    I have read this already and commented, but as I read again
    I feel like I want to cry
    I can't explain. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Christiane Higgins (5/18/2015 7:55:00 AM)

    Dear Yas, this may help a little... Auntiexxx (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 55 Points Ernest Makuakua (5/15/2015 8:42:00 AM)

    Wonderful poem very great work (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 112 Points Nishu Sharma (5/8/2015 5:39:00 AM)

    Its really brilliant and touching poem!!!!! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Justina Razo (5/5/2015 6:37:00 PM)

    A more positive way to look at death. I like the end (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 537 Points Albert Martín (5/4/2015 12:42:00 AM)

    How beautiful. I love it. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 769 Points Melissa Tamayo (4/22/2015 6:20:00 PM)

    I love this one! Insightfully written (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,103 Points Sally Plumb Plumb (4/12/2015 3:41:00 AM)

    Sooo beautiful. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Eddy Suwarno (3/9/2015 2:39:00 PM)

    Love this! Very touching. (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,413 Points Bharati Nayak (3/9/2015 1:50:00 PM)

    Immortality of love.So much of rhyme and beauty in this poem! (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,413 Points Bharati Nayak (3/9/2015 1:47:00 PM)

    Immortality of love.So much of rhyme and beauty in this poem! (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,065 Points Panmelys Panmelys (2/18/2015 4:19:00 AM)

    I find this a strange coincidence for I read this poem at a buriel of my aunt - London Kent, about 8 or 10 yrs ago and it was said to have been found in the pocket of a dead soldier, and anonymous. I'd like to know more regarding Mary Elizabeth Frye on this poem, which is wonderful. Panmelys (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 164 Points Musa Ndhlovu (1/9/2015 2:50:00 AM)

    I love the rhyme former and the comparison skill used...

    #BigUp (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 764 Points Birgitta Abimbola Heikka (12/27/2014 8:33:00 PM)

    Love the writer's view of death, which is living in some other form. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,268 Points Soul Watcher (12/10/2014 9:42:00 AM)

    Awesome I like this poem (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,945 Points Elizabeth Padillo Olesen (11/11/2014 1:50:00 PM)

    Very beautiful message of hope. I had this poem read during the funeral service of my dear friend who died of lung cancer. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 997 Points Naida Nepascua Supnet (11/8/2014 1:46:00 AM)

    I aM in AWE
    I Wish I could write as good as you do
    I wish I could come up with a poem as great as this
    But since I can't yet, ....... then let me just admire these verses you made
    WOW.....HATS OFF (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,699 Points John Richter (10/9/2014 3:12:00 PM)

    My Absolute all-time favorite poem ever. Has been for years. And it's Mary's only poem, written on the back of a napkin. Never published, she gave copies away to friends. For those who don't know Mary housed a Jewish European refugee early in Hitler's rise. Her friend received word that her mother was dying and she was unable to travel back to Europe to see her for fear. But she was absolutely devastated by it all. Mary wrote this poem to help her friends terrible grieving process. It is absolutely perfect. (Report) Reply

    Rookie - 0 Points Charlie Hamer (10/19/2014 12:24:00 PM)

    This is mine as well, it made me cry the first time I read it.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

Poem Edited: Wednesday, November 27, 2013

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