Clown in the Moon by Dylan Thomas

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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

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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.

John Tiong Chunghoo (6/2/2006 9:57:00 AM)
excellent dylan i can relate to this.

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