I recently attended a funeral. The deceased's son read one of the most beautiful poems that I have ever heard. It's called "Do not Stand at My Grave and Weep." I was written by Mary Frye in 1932:
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!
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So you should do Donne's "Death be not Proud" along with the "My Last Duchess" title i alluded to today. Your kid of stuff, I think.
I was actually thinking of doing "To a Daughter Leaving Home"... but I can look into "Death be not Proud". But we're not allowed to choose are we? I thought we were doing a lottery.
Well the lottery gives you the illusion of choice...
Very funny, marc!
KK I love this. It's beautiful.
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