Guest guest Posted September 12, 2001 Report Share Posted September 12, 2001 Do not stand at my pyre and weep.... I am not there, I do not burn. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on the snow. I am the sunlight on the ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awake in the morning hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of the quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft star shining at night... Do not stand at my pyre and cry... I am not there, I did not die. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 12, 2001 Report Share Posted September 12, 2001 Sandeep Chatterjee wrote: > > Do not stand at my pyre and weep.... > I am not there, I do not burn. > > I am a thousand winds that blow. > I am the diamond glints on the snow. > I am the sunlight on the ripened grain. > I am the gentle autumn rain. > When you awake in the morning hush, > I am the swift uplifting rush > of the quiet birds in circling flight. > I am the soft star shining at night... > > Do not stand at my pyre and cry... > I am not there, I did not die. > ***** What will the burial of my body be? The pouring of a sacred cup of wine Into the tender mouth of the earth And making my dear sweet lover laugh One more time. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Recommended Posts
Join the conversation
You are posting as a guest. If you have an account, sign in now to post with your account.
Note: Your post will require moderator approval before it will be visible.