In The Quiet Of The Night
....i can't get this out of my head...
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 sun 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.
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"Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there...I do not die."
posted by Joy at 8:57 PM
2 Comments:
it is mary frye's "bereavement poem"
there are actually 2 versions.
one is longer. and has the different ending "i do not die" instead of "i did not die"
i love it so much!
it's quite popular really.
wow.
glad u like the pic. nah it's not the illusionary ones. it's just a girl. and yeah. i wonder what she's waiting for too.
i think it's like 50/50 chance. like. both is likely to happen, destruction. or a new beginning.
i think really both. it has to be both.
destruction and then the new beginning.
u reckon?
almost almost almost.
I decided I needed to catch up on your blog! Man it's SOOOO INTENSE! I've read basically everything now - I have a few more to go but I need to get to bed my conducting exam is tomorrow.
PS: - We leave at like 10:45 or something, and I think we have spear seats nudge nudge.
Anyway,
It's quite amazing how you say things in this blog that can mean one thing to one person and another to somebody else - You're extremely subtle - Which is what makes this SOOO INTENSE - AHHHH MY EYES ARE FALLING OUT - - hehehehe i love "CRAP......IT'S RAINING"
Anyway,
Merry Christmas
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