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Anagram

I’ve always had a sneaking respect for people that can craft anagrams, and the following which was published recently in our daily paper, really blew me away

The original is a famous poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye (you may also remember it from Four Weddings and a Funeral)
- opposite is an anagram created by a Tony Crafter of Sevenoaks, Kent, UK

It forms an amazing counterpoint to Mary Elizabeths original

Read on - I hope you find it as compelling as I did!

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 sun 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 - 1932

The sunlight hits your photograph.
And memories stir and start to dance.
I let the quietness linger, then
the moment fades, but not the pain
that hides within,
it's undiminishing,
a format never finishing,
distained and flat,
a stone-hard fact ...
Now, as rain drums on my window pane,
a dormant mind-light glows again,
and I believe I can make it through ...
You'd want me to,
You'd want me to.

Tony Crafter, Sevenoaks, Kent - 2011

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