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.

Dylan Thomas’s other poems:

  1. The Seed-At-Zero
  2. On No Work of Words
  3. Ears in the Turrets Hear
  4. I Fellowed Sleep
  5. Foster the Light




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