From Marina
For my beloved friend Sue
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.
This is the version published in The Gypsy of December 1934 (p. 16), under the title "Immortality" and
followed by the authors name and location: "CLARE HARNER; Topeka, Kan."
Gabriel
6th January 2022