Poem I Love
Theres this poem I came across ages ago: you all probably know it. I personally love it very much. Im not a 'poetry' person - I studied poetry a few years ago during O-Level, and it was fun and I aced the subject, but I lost interest. Anyway, this poem isnt that deep, I suppose, no hidden meanings and not many poetic devices, I just think its beautiful.
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!)
Text by Mary Frye
Now apparently theres another version - I'm not sure how that works. Is it a song lyric or what? Strange indeed, if someone could explain to me how that works, I'd be grateful. Anyway, here it is:
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
(3) I am the song that will never end.
I am the love of family and friend.
I am the child who has come to rest
In the arms of the Father who knows him best.
(4) When you see the sunset fair,
I am the scented evening air.
I am the joy of a task well done.
I am the glow of the setting sun.
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!)
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
(3) I am the song that will never end.
I am the love of family and friend.
I am the child who has come to rest
In the arms of the Father who knows him best.
(4) When you see the sunset fair,
I am the scented evening air.
I am the joy of a task well done.
I am the glow of the setting sun.
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!)
text by Wilbur Skeels
The stuff in pink is by Wilbur Skeels. Oh, and apologies that its in pink, I cant seem to change that :s
The stuff in pink is by Wilbur Skeels. Oh, and apologies that its in pink, I cant seem to change that :s
Posted by illogicist at 4:40 AM
4 Comments
Z the pink font wont show up, needs to be darker..
Yeah...its true, you just cant read it. Try highlighting?
I read the poem Z. I really liked the "I am ... " parts, very well written. Thanks for sharing.
For the origins of this poem go to www.cantusquercus.com. Please note that the portion in pink is copyright.
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