James Joyce

(2 February 1882 – 13 January 1941 / Dublin / Ireland)

A Flower Given To My Daughter

Poem by James Joyce

Frail the white rose and frail are
Her hands that gave
Whose soul is sere and paler
Than time's wan wave.

Rosefrail and fair -- yet frailest
A wonder wild
In gentle eyes thou veilest,
My blueveined child.


Comments about A Flower Given To My Daughter by James Joyce

  • Hector Manuel Caffarena. (10/7/2018 5:55:00 AM)

    Beautiful. So strange.I love it(Report)Reply

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  • Tapan M. SarenTapan M. Saren (5/4/2017 3:03:00 AM)

    Lovely one. Thanks........ For sharing(Report)Reply

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  • Tapan M. SarenTapan M. Saren (5/4/2017 3:02:00 AM)

    Lovely one. Thanks........(Report)Reply

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  • Leslie SharpLeslie Sharp (8/28/2014 8:17:00 AM)

    A father love for his daughter knowing she gave to this world which is frail, trying to heal the wrongs a fragile child against the worlds way, became obsessed and veiled to the world somewhat like the Amish believe
    * The Devil's Play ground*(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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