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Joyce short poem

James Joyce wasted his talent on experimental novels. He could write. This simple is hard.

A Flower Given to My Daughter

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.

James Joyce

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