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- Author: Edwidge B Roumer
- Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
- ISBN-10: 1662432054
- ISBN-13: 9781662432057
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 1.1 cm, kieti viršeliai
- Language: English
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The book The Grip of the Past is the memoir of an exile that shaped the destiny of a man who could not let go of his regrets for what had been taken away from him. It is an endearing story of someone who struggles to lead a normal life while hiding his emotional yearnings. It highlights the complexity of human nature and the fragility of life.
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.
(Mary Elizabeth Frye)
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- Author: Edwidge B Roumer
- Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
- ISBN-10: 1662432054
- ISBN-13: 9781662432057
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 1.1 cm, kieti viršeliai
- Language: English English
The book The Grip of the Past is the memoir of an exile that shaped the destiny of a man who could not let go of his regrets for what had been taken away from him. It is an endearing story of someone who struggles to lead a normal life while hiding his emotional yearnings. It highlights the complexity of human nature and the fragility of life.
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.
(Mary Elizabeth Frye)
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