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.

by Dylan Thomas

Comments (3)

Dear friend Andrew Thanks for this symbolic poem. Real art has to do with Freedom (of the soul) and Love. I touch this truth in a different way with my 'Meditating on Olympia'. I give 10 points. Bravo! ! Joseph Josephides
I enjoyed reading this poem.
Classical indeed sir. Great poem!