the poem start as "do not stand at my grave and weep ; i am not there. i don not sleep ,i need the full poem and the poet if any one can help me i would be very greatful thank you

-- philip ryan holt (ibanez7lb@aol.com), January 24, 2000

Answers

it is a song, and a poem the poem is shorter, it has been attribued to Mary Frye :

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.

............... Carried on the wind (Do not stand at my grave and weep ) - was turned into a song, additional lyrics by J. Brunner

From the moment that he learned that she was gone He began to remember all the wonderful things they'd done And the things that she wanted to be when she grew old Ended before they started and he felt his heart grow cold

And then the wind began to blow and on it he heard her voice Sweet as he remembered telling him he had a choice He could either dwell on the past Or he could choose to see her Still alive in the world they'd had

The wind said: 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

From the moment that he heard what the wind had said That she was not alive because he had thought her dead And if he remembered And if he did his part She would live forever Forever within his heart

Because the wind said: 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's rain When you waken in the morning's hush I am the sweet uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight I am the soft star that shines at night Do not stand at my grave and cry I am not there, I did not die.

-- ilza (ilza@pobox.com), January 25, 2000.