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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's 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 star that shines at night.
Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name.
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I Am" (or "Lines: I Am") [1] is a poem written by English poet John Clare in late 1844 or 1845 and published in 1848. It was composed when Clare was in the Northampton General Lunatic Asylum [ 2 ] (commonly Northampton County Asylum, and later renamed St Andrew's Hospital), isolated by his mental illness from his family and friends.
Instead of what is expected "we get: 'Forget me when I am dead – after all, someone might make fun of you.'" [25] Alternately, Pequigney believes "the answer [as to what the couplet means] depends on our mood as we read it." He maintains that "we learn more about ourselves when we interpret this poem than we do about its author." [26]
Sylvia Plath (/ p l æ θ /; October 27, 1932 – February 11, 1963) was an American poet and author.She is credited with advancing the genre of confessional poetry and is best known for The Colossus and Other Poems (1960), Ariel (1965), and The Bell Jar, a semi-autobiographical novel published shortly before her suicide in 1963.
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"Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room," Miscellaneous Sonnets: 1807 Personal Talk 1806 Former title: Bore the lack of a title in the 1807 and 1815 editions. "I am not One who much or oft delight" Poems of Sentiment and Reflection (1815); Miscellaneous Sonnets (1820–43); Poems of Sentiment and Reflection (1845–) 1807 Admonition 1806