まるで、私の涙は、バラの花びらの静かな漂流
私の悲しみは、全部、忘れてしまった空と、雪の分かれ目から、
流れ出す。
私がふれると、地球は、こなごなにこわれるだろう。
とても悲しくて、美しい、
夢みたいに、ブルブルとふるえている。
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.
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
