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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.
Dylan Thomas
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Danzen D.
(6/28/2009 8:14:00 AM) |
Watching the earth rotate with these things in mind..of grief and sadness...would surely make everything you touch crumble...Nice poem! -sadsmile-
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Justin Jelenek
(4/7/2008 5:30:00 AM) |
This may be my favorite poem of all time. It makes no reference to a clown or a moon. And it has such a dramatic feeling in only 8 lines. Astonishing.
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