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My tears are like the quiet drift
Of petals from some magic rose;
An all my grief flows from the rift
Of unremembered snows.
I think,
that if I touched the earth,
It would crumble;
It is so sad and beautiful,
So tremulously like a dream.
-- Clown in the Moon
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Thomas was born on October 27, 1914 in Swansea, Wales. His first book
of poetry was published in 1934. Besides poetry, Thomas published
short stories, film scripts, broadcast stories and wrote the radio
play Under Milkwood. He also did a series of lecture tours in the
United States. During his fourth of these tours in 1956, Dylan Thomas
collapsed in his New York hotel. He passed away on November 9th in
St. Vincents hospital, New York City just a few days past his 39th
birthday. He was laid to rest in Laugharne, Wales, his grave marked
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