When I was ten, I thought the greatest bliss would be to rest all day upon hot sand under a burning sun... time has slipped by, and finally I've known The lure of beaches under exotic skies and find my dreams to be misguided lies For God! how dull it is to rest alone
Daphne du Maurier has a beautiful way of writing and I am beginning to understand why she was one of mum’s favourite authors.
This previously unknown poem/stanza was discovered hidden inside a photograph frame. It is thought to date from the late 1920s at the time the Jamaica Inn and Rebecca author was about 20.
“Du Maurier’s work is preoccupied by the difference between fantasy and reality – and the dangers of dreaming – and her work repeatedly returns to the tension between the desire for independence and the need for companionship and human contact.”