Clown In The Moon
Read 'Clown In The Moon' by 'Dylan Thomas' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
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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