Dorothy Parker

(22 August 1893 - 7 June 1967 / Long Branch / New Jersey)

Iseult Of Brittany - Poem by Dorothy Parker

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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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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