Mary Elizabeth Frye

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

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep - Poem by Mary Elizabeth 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.

Form: Sonnet


Comments about Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep by Mary Elizabeth Frye

  • (10/17/2018 10:21:00 AM)


    A lovely choral piece is written on this poem by a Canadian composer, Eleanor Daley. I’ve sung it often with the Amadeus Choir in Toronto. Perhaps you know of it? (Report) Reply

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  • (10/16/2018 8:19:00 AM)


    Arlea, I am so sorry about your Father’s passing. My prayers for him. (Report) Reply

  • (10/14/2018 3:25:00 PM)


    I am bens friend from inverness could mary elizabeth frye phone me on 01667493969could you please phone me in evenings (Report) Reply

  • (10/13/2018 3:51:00 PM)


    Beautiful poem. Arles your daddy will always be with you. Take care (Report) Reply

  • Petals Azureblue (10/12/2018 9:38:00 PM)


    Powerful poem of victory over death. (Report) Reply

  • (10/11/2018 1:06:00 AM)


    beautifully expressed! (Report) Reply

  • Ordia Michael (10/10/2018 6:40:00 AM)


    This is truly comforting. When we loose someone they are always there watching. (Report) Reply

  • (10/10/2018 4:32:00 AM)


    It's a lovely poem but it's not a sonnet. It has 12 not 14 lines. It is uses rhyming couplets which a sonnet does not use except sometimes in two last lines. Sonnets require a strict use of 8 lines of images followed by 6 lines of reflection - this does not follow the pattern. The metre of this poem is iambic tetrameter not the required iambic pentameter. Sorry to rain on your parade but if young readers hand in an assignment about this as a sonnet, they're stuffed. (Report) Reply

  • (10/8/2018 4:13:00 AM)


    Not being a person of faith this poem sums up life for me. The last line speaks my thought. I do not die as long as a living person remembers me. My example for that is my Grandfather who was a boy at the time of the Crimean was. I am now 71. Louise Swain had a good innings. (Report) Reply

  • (10/3/2018 5:20:00 PM)


    Beautifully written with all her soul. Death where is thy sting, oh, death where is thy victory. In this elegant poem Ms. Frye describes how no one really dies they are everywhere from glints on the snow to sun on the grains. This is the most comforting poem. (Report) Reply

  • (9/23/2018 2:48:00 PM)


    Beautifully described herself in a meaningful words. Really enjoyed it. (Report) Reply

  • (9/20/2018 2:09:00 AM)


    Lovely and meaningful words (Report) Reply

  • (9/18/2018 7:29:00 PM)


    This incredible poem is the one that helped a loved one go on remembering the joy experienced when the loved one shared his arms. (Report) Reply

  • (9/13/2018 5:37:00 PM)


    Creepy poem.She seems to be saying she's a ghost or phantom. (Report) Reply

  • (9/11/2018 2:04:00 PM)


    We all do. Years ago, I felt the same. I nearly took action; I didn't. Today we are expecting a baby boy. It passes, the clouds clear, there is always, always the blue sky behind them. It passes. (Report) Reply

    (10/1/2018 5:39:00 PM)

    How long before it passes xx

  • (9/9/2018 10:21:00 PM)


    I need help (Report) Reply

    (9/11/2018 2:19:00 AM)

    If you do, tell me how to contact you. feel free to talk a bit.

  • (9/9/2018 5:01:00 AM)


    This poem made me think for my grandad I'm only 12 and he did get to live to see my 13th birthday, he died one day before I was going to see him but he is always there and this poem showed me that and I'm he will always love me. (Report) Reply

  • (9/8/2018 7:53:00 PM)


    My father died in my arms and this poem helped me cope but this is a monotonic souless rendition (Report) Reply

  • (9/8/2018 7:39:00 PM)


    I love this poem but having some monotonic android computer programme voicing it is appalling (Report) Reply

  • (9/7/2018 6:44:00 PM)


    My mother died a week and half ago. She had a friend read this at her service. It expresses how she felt about death. I also read it on a grave of a young man in Alaska. It was comforting to read and beautiful in the abstract as I didn't know this young man. It brings tears now when I read it and think of my mother. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

Poem Edited: Wednesday, November 27, 2013


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