Delusion
You gave me your hand,
I held it to be
The last word, the dear word, The soul’s entity;
I cherished it, treasured it, Only to find
I held but a gauntlet—
That I had been blind!
Georgia Douglas Johnson
You gave me your hand,
I held it to be
The last word, the dear word, The soul’s entity;
I cherished it, treasured it, Only to find
I held but a gauntlet—
That I had been blind!
A hand is offered, and the speaker takes it as something final and sacred—an ultimate word, the very substance of another soul. She cherishes it and treasures it, fully believing in its tenderness.
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