January 16th, 2003, 12:52 PM
I had a poem JW suposedly read at John Ford's funeral but I have sadly misplaced it.
Can anyone tell me where I can find it? please! I would like to keep it and have it read at my own demise.
Anyone who knows could you please email me the link to firstname.lastname@example.org thank you all
January 27th, 2003, 10:09 AM
Well well well looks like this one has stumped you all and I thought for sure you would all be able to help. Shame on you all!
January 29th, 2003, 10:42 AM
If it is the one that says something to the effect.....
DON"T LOOK FOR ME THERE...........
so on so forth
I AM IN THE WIND THAT BLOWS.......
or something like that
You should be able to find it at your local funeral home.
I know I have seen it on memorial cards at one of the local ones. Caught my eye right away.
February 7th, 2003, 04:36 PM
Let me know if this is the poem you inquired about!
The United States themselves are essentialy the greatest
poem . . . the genius of the United States is not best or
most in its executives or legislatures, not in its ambas-
sadors or authors or colleges or churches or parlors, nor
even in its newspapers or inventors . . . but always most in
the common people. Their manners speech dress friend-
ships-- the freshness and candor of their physiognomy--
the picturesque looseness of their carriage . . . their
deathless attachment to freedom-- their aversion to any-
thing indecorous or soft or mean . . . the fierceness of
their roused resentment-- their curiousity and welcome of
novelty-- their self - esteem and wonderful sympathy--
their susceptibility to a slight -- the air they have of per-
sons who never knew how it felt to stand in the precense
of their superiors-- the fluency of their speech -- their de-
light in music, the sure symptom of manly tenderness and
native elegance of soul . . . their good temper and open-
handedness . . . these too are unrhymed poetry. It awaits
the gigantic and generous treatment worthy of them.
June 5th, 2003, 11:37 PM
Is it possible that you are looking for the poem that the Duke read at the funeral of Howard Hawks. A complete copy of the poem is contained in the Epilog of the book Duke A Love Story, Pat Stacy and Beverly Linet.
June 6th, 2003, 01:23 PM
This is the poem recited at Hawk's funeral:
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 diamonds glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumns rain.
When you awaken in the morning 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.