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Dylan Thomas

(27 October 1914 – 9 November 1953 / Swansea / Wales)

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.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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  • Rookie Sylva Portoian (5/21/2010 4:52:00 AM)

    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. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Danzen D. (6/28/2009 8:14:00 AM)

    Watching the earth rotate with these things in mind..of grief and sadness...would surely make everything you touch crumble...Nice poem! -sadsmile- (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Justin Jelenek (4/7/2008 5:30:00 AM)

    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. (Report) Reply

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