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.

(C) Dylan Thomas
04/03/2015


Best Poems of Dylan Thomas

• Clown In The Moon
• Prologue
• Fern Hill
• Vision And Prayer
• A Grief Ago
• Out Of The Sighs
• Lament
• When I Woke
• Do You Not Father Me
• Limerick
• The Seed-at-zero
• Why East Wind Chills
• The Hand That Signed The Paper
• A Process In The Weather Of The Heart
• And Death Shall Have No Dominion
• My World Is Pyramid
• Before I Knocked
• Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
• Grief Thief Of Time