Untitled Daphne Du Maurier Poem.
When I was ten, I thought the greatest bliss,
Would be to rest all day 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
13 May 1907-19 April 1989
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem