Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Do not stand at my Grave and weep

No, no! I am not dying, its just the title of one of my favorite poems. I don't know who the author is. I came across it in book of poetic collections. It said that it has been sent by a English soldier stationed in Northern Ireland to his parents in England. Before the letter was deliver, it is said that the telegram of the death of the soldier was received by his parents. I personally like this poem very much, as it tries to describe the nature in its true form.

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.

4 comments:

Mridula said...

Beautiful one, and that when I don't easily engage with poetry.

Tarun Mitra said...

Apart from the poem, its the irony. Sometimes beautiful things never require a proper origin. They may exist anywhere.

Shubhra said...

hhmm!! I can't say much abt it ...jst read it... but yes while reading I realized 1 or 2 drops of tears were there in my eyes...

Tarun Mitra said...

Hmm...Hopefully only few drops have appeared in ur eyes Shubhra..Thanks for reading :)