A Note
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not afraid. | not afraid. | ||
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grave and weep, | grave and weep, | ||
| − | + | I am not there; I do | |
not sleep. | not sleep. | ||
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| + | I am a thousand | ||
winds that blow, | winds that blow, | ||
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| + | I am the diamond | ||
glints on snow, | glints on snow, | ||
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| + | I am the sunlight on | ||
ripened grain, | ripened grain, | ||
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| + | I am the gentle | ||
autumn rain. | autumn rain. | ||
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the morning’s hush | the morning’s hush | ||
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uplifting rush | uplifting rush | ||
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| − | circled flight | + | Of quiet birds in |
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| + | I am the soft stars | ||
that shine at night. | that shine at night. | ||
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grave and cry, | grave and cry, | ||
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did not die. | did not die. | ||
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Latest revision as of 10:29, 24 February 2025
Title: a note
Author: Adamu Wellings
Although you cannot see me, I have not left you. Although you cannot hear me, I still exist. Although you will forget me in time, do not fear. I am here even if you do not remember, I am bound here. I will watch over this land forever.
The white robe calls, I cannot deny or refuse it. The robe and stave, the infinite gyre of time. I step into it knowlingly. Do not fear for me. I am not afraid.
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.