Archived posting to the Leica Users Group, 2001/04/12
[Author Prev] [Author Next] [Thread Prev] [Thread Next] [Author Index] [Topic Index] [Home] [Search]John It is sad to hear about your father's death, it is good to hear your words about him. I couldn't find poem now; I will continue search tomorrow. I am giving you two poems I thought you will like to read them. - ----------- 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 hush 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. - - Anonymous - ----------- I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus With tigery stripes, and a face on it Round as the moon, to stare up. I want to be looking at them when they come Picking among the dumb minerals, the roots. I see them already-the pale, star-distance faces. Now they are nothing, they are not even babies. I imagine them without fathers or mothers, like the first gods. They will wonder if I was important. - - Sylvia Plath "Last Words" - -------- St. - ----------------------------------------------- FREE! The World's Best Email Address @email.com Reserve your name now at http://www.email.com