The Melodic Poem

The poem of life through the negation of death

The poem brings a sense of eternity. It results from definition. It is not an attempt at identification. The author didn’t write “I’m a bird”, but “I am the swift uplifting rush of…”. It is the definition through the ratio. The relationship between things and the structure itself is immortal because it isn’t reduced to the thing objectiveness.

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.

By Mary Elizabeth Frye

I am is everything. It reminded me about trying to define yourself here, on Medium, in the section “About”. “I’m a writer. I’m a coach. I’m... I am”.

Am I really not only my presence? May I live in my works?