for a friend…

April 2, 2013 — mary elizabeth frye, poetry, sentence diagramming

 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.