The poets childhood memories were brought up in his native house, which is therefore an important source of inspiration.
The native house. Yes ! I can see it ; I can
visualize Quimper and the chestnut-trees on the riverside, the evergreen Mount-Frugy.
I remember my father so patient and who cried because of my aunts. I have also been
rejected by my brothers and I have been accused of spending too much ! I apologized
twice. When they welcomed me, it was too late, my heart was already broken and it still is. (Méditations)
The native house
The house of his childhood
The old, crouching balcony would like to land !