Mary Elizabeth Frye is a most mysterious poet, and perhaps in all of poetry. Frye was a Baltimore housewife. She did not have a formal education. She had never even written poetry before. Frye wrote the poem on a torn shard of a brown grocery bag, written in sympathy for a Jewish girl who had fled the Holocaust only to learn that her mother had died in Germany. The girl was in the throes of a tearful lament because she couldn't visit her mother's grave in respect. The poem was named Britain's most popular poem in a 1996. Frye never formally published or copyrighted the poem, so it is in the public domain. The authorship of this piece had been in dispute over the years, but Frye's claim to have written it was later proven by columnist Abigail Van Buren.
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
by Mary Elizabeth FryeDo 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 sun 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 circling flight.
I am the soft starshine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry:
I am not there; I did not die.