Undivided

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    Undivided
    Eulogy for a Veteran


    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 mornings 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

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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