poem do not stand at my grave and weep words

Who Wrote ‘Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep?’.What Does the Poem ‘Do Not Stand at My Grave And Weep’ Mean?.The poem “Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep” by Mary Elizabeth Frye has impacted readers across the globe.

With so many popular funeral poems, one, in particular, stands out.

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If music be the food of love, play on.

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My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun.

our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thoughts.

'two bodies ruined by a single sweetness'.

The tactile imagery is equally beautiful: Soft uplifting rush of quiet birds( A brilliant image) The auditory imagery is even more pretty: She exists very much in the thousand winds, the autumn rain, the glint on the snow and the quiet birds in circled flight. Here the person is not dead in the sense of not existing. To die is to cease to exist and just lie dead in a grave for the relatives to mourn the loss of the body that had once existed. Here the person is not sleeping but has become a part of nature- a wind, a glint in the snow, a sunlight, a rain.She is not sleeping in the grave and listening to the weeping relatives. The dear ones stand and weep only by the bedside when someone is seriously ill. Considering that Mary Frye had spontaneously composed it on a piece of brown paper and without prior poet credentials, the imagery takes you by surprise for the vividness of the pictures they draw and the crispness of the words chosen to paint them. The short poem, recited at funeral services has surprising elements of imagery.

Poem do not stand at my grave and weep words