Do not stand at my grave and weep

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• fartsparkles@lemmy.world ⁨1⁩ ⁨day⁩ ago

  I love the indentations and line breaks of the original when first published:

       Do not stand
            By my grave, and weep.
       I am not there,
            I do not sleep—
  I am the thousand winds that blow
  I am the diamond glints in snow
  I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
  I am the gentle, autumn rain.
  As you awake with morning’s hush,
  I am the swift, up-flinging rush
  Of quiet birds in circling flight,
  I am the day transcending night.
       Do not stand
            By my grave, and cry—
       I am not there,
            I did not die.

  — Clare Harner, The Gypsy, December 1934

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  • dditty@lemm.ee ⁨1⁩ ⁨day⁩ ago

    Beautiful prose, thanks for sharing fartsparkles@lemmy.world

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    • Kellenved@sh.itjust.works ⁨1⁩ ⁨day⁩ ago

      This is poetry not prose

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  • RebekahWSD@lemmy.world ⁨23⁩ ⁨hours⁩ ago

    This is what my mother wants me to remember her by when she goes.

    It hurts.

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    • fartsparkles@lemmy.world ⁨21⁩ ⁨hours⁩ ago

      I’m so so so sorry to hear that but I hope you can find some warmth in knowing ahead of time a poem that means a lot to her and that you can hold on to and always remember her by.

      My heart goes out to you.

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• comrade19@lemmy.world ⁨9⁩ ⁨hours⁩ ago

  My sister read this at my nan’s funeral. To help her not cry I practiced it with her as a rap song and did beat boxing for her every time she practiced. When she got up to do the speech I did a b.l.o.o.d gang hand sign at her and she laughed instead haha.

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• Swedneck@discuss.tchncs.de ⁨10⁩ ⁨hours⁩ ago

  do not stand by my grave and weep

  stand by the grave of margaret thatcher and piss

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• Deme@sopuli.xyz ⁨1⁩ ⁨day⁩ ago

  Beautiful.

  Identity is just something our brains invent to better make sense of the world. It doesn’t exist as anything other than a thought. You are the universe and the universe is me. The only thing that goes away when anything “dies”, is the illusiory and self-imposed border between the “individual” and the rest of it all.

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  • Sergio@slrpnk.net ⁨1⁩ ⁨day⁩ ago

    Yeah we’re like waves in an ocean that break, recede, and are re-formed. I do kinda miss my dead family members tho.

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• Kyrgizion@lemmy.world ⁨1⁩ ⁨day⁩ ago

  Goddamn onion ninjas…

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• TheTechnician27@lemmy.world ⁨1⁩ ⁨day⁩ ago

  I am the soft stars that shine at night

  Um, ackschually…

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  • FarceOfWill@infosec.pub ⁨1⁩ ⁨day⁩ ago

    The flickering of them in the atmosphere is her so it’s just justified enough for a poem

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• in4apenny@lemmy.dbzer0.com ⁨1⁩ ⁨day⁩ ago

  Nature is poetry.

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• MistressRemilia@lemmy.sdf.org ⁨1⁩ ⁨day⁩ ago

  So… Chickens = zombie dinosaurs? /s

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