Do not Stand at my Grave and Weep

illneas

🔰Almost the whole video was shot inside of a moving vehicle, this is a poem presumably by Mary Elizabeth Frye about coping with loss. The thing I like about it is that it uses the natural human reaction of denial in a creative way. One of the early stages of a trauma experience is "denial" and the advice most people give (including professionals) is that you have to accept reality otherwise you will lose your sanity. This approach of trauma doesn't take into account the people that were so reshaped and transformed by the loss that the term sanity has become a wider spectrum. This poem tells me that seeing faces in the rain is ok. Thank you for reading my opinion on the poem you are free to interpret in any way you want and tell me in the comments if you are comfortable. I will read all of them.

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🔲Do not stand at my grave and weep 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.

do not stand at my grave and weep (poem), illneas, charles, bukowski, mary elizabeht frye, poem, poetry, spoken word, poetry with music, cinematograhy, rain, the genius of the crowd, a smile to remember, by charles bukowski