At Bramasole, the first secret spot that draws me outside is a stump and board bench on a high terrace overlooking the lake and valley. Before I sit down, I must bang the board against a tree to knock off all the ants. Then I'm happy. With a stunted oak tree for shelter and a never-ending view, I am hidden. No one knows where I am. The nine-year-old's thrill of the hideout under the hydrangea comes back: My mother is calling me and I am not answering.

Frances Mayes

Mots clés home italy garden sense-of-place

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I would like The Discovery of Poetry to be a field guide to the natural pleasures of language - a happiness we were born to have.

Frances Mayes

Mots clés poetry language

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We were given one country and we've set up in another.

Frances Mayes

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And my mother, whose radius of travel was short, tied the letters with ribbon and kept them in her desk, When you get the chance, she said to me, "go.

Frances Mayes

Mots clés travel missed-opportunities

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