Do not stand at my grave and weep Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep is a poem written in 1932 by Mary Elizabeth Frye. Although the origin of the poem was disputed until later in her life, Mary Frye's authorship was confirmed in 1998 after research by Abigail Van Buren, a newspaper columnist.[1] Full text[edit] 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 the 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. Origins[edit] Mary Frye, who was living in Baltimore at the time, wrote the poem in 1932. Mary Frye circulated the poem privately, never publishing or copyrighting it. The poem was introduced to many in Britain when it was read by the father of a soldier killed by a bomb in Northern Ireland. BBC poll[edit] ... Rocky J.
Plays by Theatre Movement Bazaar and Opera del Espacio Show the Power of Ensemble-Created Theater - - Stage sequence of events while seeing shows over the weekend brought on one of those moments where you look around and say, things are not as they were 10 years ago. In this case, what's different is that "ensemble-created" theater, the subject of our Theater issue last April, has become far more acceptable. This realization occurred on an unsightly strip of Beverly Boulevard between Virgil and Alvarado. Son of Semele Ensemble, a tiny theater run by Matthew McCray, barricaded behind an imposing steel-picket gate, is hosting its third annual Company Creation Festival, running through March. On Friday night, as part of that festival, local dance company Opera del Espacio presented Alicia Tycer's Space: The Final Frontier. Nobody quite knows how to describe what these ensemble theaters do. What appears to be willingly sacrificed here is narrative storytelling, but even that's not a hard and fast rule. It also has to do with the director of L.A.'
If you were the sky and I were the sea. by Duck If you were the skyThen I'd be the seaAnd when you shined brightIt would reflect in me.When you're at restThen I am steady.If you wanna get roughI'm always ready.Past closing at the barsIf you show me the starsI'll open right upAnd cast them out far.And on the darkest nightIf you won't shine a light.Then I'm silent alongside youUntil you feel right.We'll meet at the horizonWhere lovers will stareAnd wonder with passionWhy they can't meet there.And you'll share me a kissAs bright as two suns.When they meet in the middleI'll know the days done.And I can tell that's your way of saying to me.Goodnight my love.If you were the sky and I were the sea.
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