lemon-house

I sat on the roof of the lemon-house, with the lake below and the snowy mountain opposite, and looked at the ruins on the old, olive-fuming shores, at all the peace of the ancient world still covered in sunshine, and the past seemed to me so lovely that one must look towards it, backwards, only backwards, where there is peace and beauty and no more dissonance.

Twilight in Italy 2003

I used to sit and write in the great loft of the lemon-house, high up, far, far from the ground, the open front giving across the lake and the mountain snow opposite, flush with twilight.

Twilight in Italy 2003

We went out of the shadow of the lemon-house on to the roof of the section below us.

Twilight in Italy 2003

Looking down the Hades of the lemon-house, the many ruddy-clustered oranges beside the path remind me of the lights of

Twilight in Italy 2003

I went into the lemon-house, where the poor threes seem to mope in the darkness.

Twilight in Italy 2003

We passed through, and stood at the foot of the lemon-house.

Twilight in Italy 2003

We went out of the shadow of the lemon-house on to the roof of the section below us.

Twilight in Italy 1907

I used to sit and write in the great loft of the lemon-house, high up, far, far from the ground, the open front giving across the lake and the mountain snow opposite, flush with twilight.

Twilight in Italy 1907

I sat on the roof of the lemon-house, with the lake below and the snowy mountain opposite, and looked at the ruins on the old, olive-fuming shores, at all the peace of the ancient world still covered in sunshine, and the past seemed to me so lovely that one must look towards it, backwards, only backwards, where there is peace and beauty and no more dissonance.

Twilight in Italy 1907

Looking down the Hades of the lemon-house, the many ruddy-clustered oranges beside the path remind me of the lights of a village along the lake at night, while the pale lemons above are the stars.

Twilight in Italy 1907