9 November 2009

Hi ,Tiago!

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 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)


This poem is for you! I was thinking about your cousin!
Kiss!

2 comments:

Madalena said...

So beautiful and so sad! It should be like this: nobody weeping. Kiss! I'm ok, Dear Ant Célia.

Anonymous said...

Thank you teacher. very thanks