A quote from William Blake’s The Auguries of Innocence:
To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep by Mary Elizabeth Frye:
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.
I’m not really a big enthusiast when in comes to poems. It’s one genre of literature I don’t find myself in too often. There are some poems, though, that really move and inspire me. The two examples above are just a taste of some poems I really love.
Even if the quote I chose in “The Auguries in Innocence” isn’t really the all-defining excerpt, it’s the stanza I loved the most. Also, Frye’s poem may be used more often during funerals – something not too out-of-season in my life right now, but I think it transcends the literal meaning of its words. Don’t all poems?
Note: I’d love this poem to be read at my funeral. Hopefully decades and decades away.