Love me
Dylan Thomas
1914 to 1953
Love me, not as the dreaming nurses
My falling lungs, nor as the cypress
In his age the lass’s clay.
Love me and lift your mask.
Love me, not as the girls of heaven
Their airy lovers, nor the mermaiden
Her salty lovers in the sea.
Love me and lift your mask.
Love me, not as the ruffling pigeon
The tops of trees, nor as the legion
Of the gulls the lip of waves.
Love me and lift your mask.
Love me, as loves the mole his darkness
And the timid deer the tigress:
Hate and fear be your two loves.
Love me and lift your mask.
Dylan Thomas's Love me
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