Mary Elizabeth Frye

(13 November, 1905 - 15 September 2004 / Dayton, Ohio)

Mary Elizabeth Frye Poems

1. Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep 12/31/2002

Comments about Mary Elizabeth Frye

  • Terry Murphy (12/17/2017 3:55:00 PM)

    I cried no poem has ever done that, touch me yes but never tear up.

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  • Rosemary Jacobs (12/16/2017 5:58:00 AM)

    A touching and beautiful work of art. This is exactly how I feel about departing this life.

  • Aanchal Sharma (5/1/2017 8:50:00 AM)

    Poets like you are eternal... They never die.

  • Meh Ive Meh Ive (7/27/2016 7:47:00 AM)

    Marvellous piece of penning

  • Stanley Mathias (11/9/2015 5:09:00 AM)

    Touchi! Simply beautiful.

  • Jenny Weatherall (9/7/2015 2:50:00 AM)

    Please remove that photo; all the thoughts that come to my mind and heart as I see it are diametrically opposed to those experienced when I read this beautiful poem.

  • Briony Nicholls Briony Nicholls (9/4/2015 12:38:00 AM)

    Why is this poet represented by a photo of Margaret Thatcher?

  • Suzy Hazelwood Suzy Hazelwood (7/16/2015 9:45:00 AM)

    That's not an image of Mary Elizabeth Frye, it's Margaret Thatcher (former British Prime Minister) You really should change that, it looks ridiculous. Don't think 'Maggie' was ever a poet....haha! ! !

  • D.l. Aceves D.l. Aceves (1/14/2015 1:47:00 PM)

    That's a pic of Margaret Thatcher. SMH

  • Jim G (11/29/2013 3:35:00 PM)

    I read this at my Mom's Wake. Ironically, when Mom was admitted into the hospital for brain cancer, I was going through the mail. The PBA Magazine had arrived. Inside it mentioned an NYPD Crossing Guard who was killed. The family of that Crossing Guard submitted that poem under thier Mom's name. After reading it, I was very moved. Earlier, we had recieved word that Mom would definately die, it was just a question of when. So I went online and printed out the entire poem. Rehearsing what was to happen was easy. I was able to recite the poem with no trouble. Then there was the Wake itself. Several people spoke about Mom in one way, or another. Then it was my turn.
    'Do not stand at my grave and weep' (I got through the first line okay. No tears, choking up, etc) , I continued. As I got about 1/3 of the way through the 3 line, I was not only choking back tears, but actually crying. This woman who lay here, well that is my Mom. Here I am saying goodbye. Not very easy. Afterwards the poem was actually finished, so I walked over to Moms coffin and knelt down and prayed. As I was doing so, I was holding her hand. Before I said 'Amen', I slipped the poem into the coffin.

    Mom, I love you more and more, and miss you beyond words.

Best Poem of Mary Elizabeth Frye

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.

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