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Clown In The Moon
(27 October 1914 – 9 November 1953 / Swansea / Wales)

Clown In The Moon

Poem By Dylan Thomas

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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Dylan Thomas would turn in his grave upon hearing this terrible rendition. It starts very, very, very badly then quickly fades. So truly diabolical.
The voice over is anachronistic. Such a beautiful poem ruined and read by an uninitiated reader.
A poem that is short and sweet by Dylan's poetry standards, but still delivers a tragic yet beautifully expressed message to every reader. Diolch yn fawr Dylan.
The clown Prince of poetry is crying like Emmett Kelly over the crumbling of his earth.
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