There are a few poems I’ve committed to memory ever since I started learning about/reading poetry in the third grade (at least that’s the earliest I remember it).
O Captain My Captain, Richard Corey, All But Blind, A Sunset Bloom (yes, from Stark Trek, although I read it online not knowing it’s origin) and this one…A Thousand Winds 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.
It just randomly got stuck in my head tonight!
