Food For Thought #1

So My present to you today is some Dylan Thomas poetry. I recently acquired a book of it and now every time I whip it out to read at work or on the bus, people take to staring at me. Whats so odd about a teenage girl reading poetry? Would you prefer if i was reading twilight? You'd need to kill me first.

But the point is that my new appreciation for the work of Thomas is partly due to 'edge of love' a movie made about the section of his life where his marriage begins to break down so naturally his poetry becomes better. It was magical, set half in London (underground as was the rage during the bombings of WWII) and half by the sea in Wales (its cold and grey and windy and magnificent).

But enough of that, here is your present:

Clown in the Moon

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 Tell Me what you think. {Its ok, ill take the '0 comments' to actually mean everyone is so moved by it that they cannot possibly put their thoughts into words} :)