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
Why should I be out of mind
Because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you for an interval
Somewhere very near
Just around the corner
All is well.
Nothing is past; nothing is lost.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone.
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
As one looks on a face through a window, through life I have looked on God,
Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die.
Years later I smile to think of that journey,the borders we must cross separately,stamped with our unanswerable woes.
We forget that we are all dead men conversing with dead men.
Brushstrokes flash, a red bird'swings cutting across my stare.The sky. A plane in the sky.A white vet's image floatscloser to me, then his pale eyeslook through mine. I'm a window
The love where Death has set his seal,Nor age can chill, nor rival steal,Nor falsehood disavow:And, what were worse, thou canst not seeOr wrong, or change, or fault in me.
This is the generation of impersonal intimacy and achingly self-conscious expression. Sometimes there's more to it than vanity, I think.