Until then, enjoy the wonderfulness on your screen! Next week, I’m thinking you’ll get to meet a really cool guy named William Carlos Williams (doesn’t he have an awesome name?!). It is divine, and I honestly am just in love with it. Tell me how you’re feeling by the last line!Īnyway, to sum up, this is poetic beauty in its purest form. Also a sad song came up on my iPod just now so maybe that’s a part of it. The confidence of Frye’s tone in this poem comforts me so powerfully that I get caught up in all the emotion. Or maybe that’s just me, which is really embarrassing but it’s the truth. The wind, the snow, the rain, the grain- they’re all simple but powerful elements.Īnother reason why this is amazing: by the end of it, you want to cry. She doesn’t use any complicated or fancy language she sticks with simple words, maybe to stress that death is simple. There aren’t any awkward lines with too many or too few syllables, and the rhymes are simple but effective. First off, the rhyme scheme and rhythm of this poem are in perfect harmony. Wow…do you feel it? I get chills every time I read it.
So…I apologize in advance for it being slightly morbid but it is probably my all-time favorite poem and it is just beautiful so ignore the sappiness for these wonderful twelve lines. This poem, written by Mary Elizabeth Frye in 1932, has become a popular poem to be read at funerals. She promises her readers that she can be seen through acts of nature such as, “winds that blow” and “gentle autumn rain.I’m going to preface this post by warning you all that it is a little sappy and sad.
In particular, Frye states she is, “the sunlight on ripened grain.” The term ripened that is referring to the grain is representing that death will soon be there, and that the grain will be demolished by the new life that comes after death. Frye uses multiple metaphors throughout her poem relating different movements in nature to different acts of loved ones soul that lives on. For instance, lines 1 and 2 of the poem introduce the writer as someone that has already passed through the …show more content… After Frye explains to the reader that she is still living, she goes on to discuss where her mourners can locate her presence. However, the author does not depict death as the end of life, but the beginning of another. The poem tends to pass through the seasons of the year, similarly to that of a body nearing the end of its life passage. Sometimes the presence of a loved one is as noticeable as a breeze in nature. “Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep,” argues that a person doesn’t really disappear from the world after death instead Elizabeth Frye creates metaphors of the passing member and shows how the loved one continues to live on through simple everyday occurrences in nature, even though the body is no longer present. This presence in particular, is one of someone that is no longer living. Many every day happenings, such as these, often help us to remember or feel a loved one’s presence. Off in the distance, the first snow storm of winter begins to brew. The wind blows the chimes on the porch and they play a beautiful melody.
Show More A gentle breeze on a crisp fall morning passes through the windows in the kitchen.