Dylan Thomas (27 October 1914 – 9 November 1953 / Swansea / Wales)
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Clown in the Moon
My tears are like the quiet drift
Of petals from some magic rose;
And all my grief flows from the rift
Of unremembered skies and snows.
I think, that if I touched the earth,
It would crumble;
It is so sad and beautiful,
So tremulously like a dream.
Dylan Thomas
Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003
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Poems by Dylan Thomas : 20 / 100
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Clown in The Moon
This Dylan's poem
Has the beauty
Of the water falls
You want to catch each drop
brfore it falls-
You want to reach each word
As, it belongs to you;
I 'd like to say deeper than that
It is you what you sense
And... yours.
Watching the earth rotate with these things in mind..of grief and sadness...would surely make everything you touch crumble...Nice poem! -sadsmile-
This may be my favorite poem of all time. It makes no reference to a clown or a moon. And it has such a dramatic feeling in only 8 lines. Astonishing.
excellent dylan i can relate to this.