(27 October 1914 – 9 November 1953 / Swansea / Wales)

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.

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The clown Prince of poetry is crying like Emmett Kelly over the crumbling of his earth.
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it was so beuatiful i could cry
I like this poem
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