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, “Clown in the Moon,” The Poems of Dylan Thomas. (New Directions; Revised edition, April 2003) Originally published January 1st 1965.