Dylan Thomas (Дилан Томас)

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.

1. Вор времени скорбь • Grief Thief of Time
2. If My Head Hurt a Hair's Foot
3. On a Wedding Anniversary
4. On the Marriage of a Virgin
5. Over Sir John's Hill

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