“I was the world in which I walked, and what I saw
Or heard or felt came not but from myself;
And there I found myself more truly and more strange.”
― The Collected Poems
Or heard or felt came not but from myself;
And there I found myself more truly and more strange.”
― The Collected Poems
“Sometimes the valley below is like a bowl filled up with fog. I can see hard green figs on two trees and pears on a tree just below me. A fine crop coming in. May summer last a hundred years.”
― Under the Tuscan Sun: At Home in Italy
― Under the Tuscan Sun: At Home in Italy
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