Explore "Love me, not as the Dreaming Nurses" by Dylan Thomas on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
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 salt 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 twin loves.
Love me and lift your mask.