domingo, 12 de setembro de 2010

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 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.

Mary E. Frye

2 comentários:

  1. obrigada Margarida, o poema é lindo. Aqui deixo este para ti: http://retrovisor.blogs.sapo.pt/26031.html

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