Poem by Dylan Thomas

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. If My Head Hurt a Hair's Foot
2. Over Sir John's Hill
3. On the Marriage of a Virgin
4. When Once the Twilight Locks No Longer
5. On a Wedding Anniversary

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