Poem text 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
15 ways to get over a break-up (Like a grown woman) That dumb trope of "women eating ice cream in bed crying after a breakup" is out. (And sexist.) In fact, there's no better time than after a huge heartbreak for a total life renovation.