Sunday, May 2, 2010

Clown In the Moon

Feb 11, '08 8:00 PM
for Aly's network

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.

by Dylan Thomas

Photo by Irving Penn
and early the next morning, restless....


1 comment:

jane said...

What a great poem by Dylan Thomas. I remember seeing that photo in Vogue. Irving Penn's photos are very seductive but somehow repulsive at the same time. Nicely curated post. i say that because it feels a little like going to a show.