教訓詩1.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
inspired by Mary Elizabeth Frye
Do not stand at my grave and weep:
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I can not hear a thousand winds that blow,
I can not see the diamond glints on snow,
I can not sniff the sun on ripened grain,
I can not feel the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
You can hear the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
You can see the soft starshine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry:
I am not anywhere; You did not die.
