Iseult Of Brittany
Read 'Iseult Of Brittany' by 'Dorothy Parker' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
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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