Iseult Of Brittany Poem by Dorothy Parker

Iseult Of Brittany

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So delicate my hands, and long,
They might have been my pride.
And there were those to make them song
Who for their touch had died.

Too frail to cup a heart within,
Too soft to hold the free-
How long these lovely hands have been
A bitterness to me!

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Dorothy Parker

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Long Branch / New Jersey
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