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Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep
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Mary Elizabeth Frye


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Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.

This poem is in the public domain.

 


 

Mary Elizabeth Clark Frye (1905-2004) was born in Dayton, Ohio, and was orphaned at the age of three. A housewife and florist who lived in Baltimore, Maryland, after marrying, she wrote this poem after learning that a friend's mother had died. Because Mary was not a recognized poet, and because this poem was never officially published or copyrighted, there has been much debate over its origins and many different people have tried to claim it as their own or have written variations on the original. Extensive research has generally, if not fully, confirmed Mary to be the author. Based on a CBC Radio interview with Mary Frye in 2000, the above is believed to be the correct, original version of the poem.

 


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Asis Kumar Dasgupta :
It touches heart...nothing remains to be said anymore!!!!.....
Posted 08/06/2021 05:58 AM
fireflyy123:
Simply an incredible and uplifting poem that brings healing.
Posted 04/11/2021 02:41 PM
jreele:
Several months before my Mom's passing I found this poem in CA while on a school bus trip to a mission, It was incased into a very nice wooden frame and I bought it. It's been with me ever since and I hold it dearly as it means a lot to me when she passed in 2000. I never knew until recently who wrote it. Thank you
Posted 03/22/2021 06:18 PM
Bill Sr:
My name sake William Goldsmith Brown was the Poet LAURETE OF Portage Co. Wisconsin in 1905
Posted 03/04/2021 04:51 PM
Bill Sr:
My wife of 67 years died on Mothers day of 2020, her name was Mary Kathleen.This poem has brought healing ...Thank Mary and God for this message Bill Preston Gresham, Oregon
Posted 03/04/2021 04:46 PM
frewish@gmail.com:
I am so happy to find this. I will read it in my mother's virtual life celebration next week. https://tributes.com/George-Bidgood-2020
Posted 08/12/2020 02:01 PM
transitions:
Beautiful...just simply beautiful.
Posted 04/01/2015 05:07 PM
rhonasheridan:
As an elderly person on the brink - this is a wonderful poem. I have written a poem on the same theme. It is on Open Mike - if anyone is interested.
Posted 04/01/2015 01:03 AM
KevinArnold:
Thanks for finding this and doing due diligence on the ownership.
Posted 03/31/2015 01:00 AM


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