Clown In The Moon – 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.

Poem – Clown in the Moon – 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.