Erik/Charles - 'Do not stand at my grave and weep,' by Mary Elizabeth Frye
anonymous
June 26 2011, 22:18:48 UTC
So I stumbled across this poem recently:
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.
and I would love to see a Charles/Erik fic based on this. (I imagine Charles to be the narrator of the poem). Please?
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.
and I would love to see a Charles/Erik fic based on this. (I imagine Charles to be the narrator of the poem). Please?
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Also, I didn't expect it to be as long as it is. Sorry. But because it is so long, I've posted it in my journal here.
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