Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Poem
I don't know who wrote this poem but I found it on a scrap of paper in a church after a friend of mine had been murdered. Several folks that I know are dealing with Death right now in one format or another. I offer the poem to you in hopes that it will bring you the solace it brought to me.Do not stand at my grave and weep,I am not there I do not sleepDo not stand at my grave and cry,I am not there I did not die.*******Edit to add the full poem that Kelshei found for me includeing the author*******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 glint on snow.I am the sunlight on ripened grain.I am the gentle autumn rain.When you wake in the morning hush,I am the swift, uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circling flight.I am the soft starlight at night.Do not stand at my grave and weep.I am not there, I do not sleep.Do not stand at my grave and cry.I am not there, I did not die!Mary Frye (1932)
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The English major in me wants to say either Emily Dickinson or Shakespeare. I'll find out. :-)Either way, thank you. This is one I've been muttering to myself for over a month.
Thank you. Right now this means a lot to me.
Here's the poem in its entirety: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 glint on snow.I am the sunlight on ripened grain.I am the gentle autumn rain.When you wake in the morning hush,I am the swift, uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circling flight.I am the soft starlight at night.Do not stand at my grave and weep.I am not there, I do not sleep.Do not stand at my grave and cry.I am not there, I did not die! Mary Frye (1932)
Thank you. I never knew the full text just the last verse. It has an even more powerful punch for me now with teh full text.
You're welcome hon and you are one of the folks I was thinking of when I decided to post the poem. I'll be editing the post in a minute to reflect teh full poem that kelshei found for me.
Another one, that has helped me deal with the loss of people I care about (I read it at one friend's memorial service, a year and a half ago):Dirge Without MusicI am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. CrownedWith lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,A formula, a phrase remains, --- but the best is lost.The answers quick & keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,They are gone. They have gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curledIs the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve.More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.Down, down, down into the darkness of the graveGently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950)
Thoughts on GoodbyeKat Dyer 11-7-92Lady Bright and Lady DarkSomeone to your voice did harkSomeone has felt your loving handGone to live in the SummerlandNow they have left use, gone awayBut we shall see them another dayYou have decided they need their restAnd they have gone to the Isle that's BlessedLady Dark and Lady BrightKeep them safe within your lightBut send to us some comfort hereFor we have lost someone sae dearOne day we all shall meet againAnd see the soul of our dear friendGrant us the pow'r to see them thenFor death is not the endDeath is never the endBe at peace.
Kat, if we credit you .. can we send this to our friend? or at least copy it to our journal
Certainly
Thank you
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