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 bush,
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.

And then:

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2. Immortality A meadow is nothing but a field of suffering. Every second some creature is dying in the gorgeous green expanse,...
3. La Bonne Chanson The morning sun serenely warms and gilds The rye and corn still damp in dewy fields, The sky has kept...
4. The History of Mr Polly But when a man has once broken through the paper walls of everyday circumstance, those unsubstantial walls that hold so...
5. The Hollow Men we are the hollow men we are the stuffed men leaning together headpiece filled with straw. alas! our dried voices,...
6. Desolation Angels Because whether you murder or not, that’s the trouble, it makes no difference in the maddening void which doesn’t care...