My all time favorite poem about death
Back then when I was in my fourth semester. I took poetry II class. We had to make a short theatrical performance inspired from poetries for our final project. My group chose the topic "Death" and we had to find poetries with "death" as the theme.
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 in a thousand winds that blow, I am the softly falling snow. I am the gentle showers of rain, I am the fields of ripening grain. I am in the morning hush, I am in the graceful rush Of beautiful birds in circling flight, I am the starshine of the night. I am in the flowers that bloom, I am in a quiet room. I am in the birds that sing, I am in each lovely thing. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there. I do not die.
by Mary Elizabeth Frye (original version)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Do_not_stand_at_my_grave_and_weep
Then I found this American poem, and it became my all time favorite poem about death ever since. Rereading this poem after 4 long years, it still evoke some absurd emotions; emotions that you had when you lost someone you really care about -trying to let go, but you know it will always be difficult.
I secretly wish - one day when my time comes. I'd like this poem to be engraved on my tombstone. Or I'd like someone very dear to me to read it on my funeral. That is my one and only will... :-)
posted by oengoemeloeloe at 12:16 PM
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