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’s rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there; I did not die.
You can read more about this poem, including how it came into my life and became one of the first pieces of calligraphic art I ever made, on this page.
*There are several versions of who might be the original author of this poem. Long before the existence of the internet, words have been easily copied and passed around. Strangely, or not, the author’s name is somehow mysteriously omitted from these sharing. Sometimes the author wants to give it to the world. Other times an author wants to borrow someone else’s work and make it their own, with the tweaking of a word or two. The mists of time obscure the the answers to these questions, so I will leave my attribution as Anonymous with the suspicion, adapted from a book title, that Anonymous [Was Probably] a Woman.
Calligraphy and design by Cari Ferraro, 1994
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