[I left my business, sent for my best fur cap,
went to Heaven and dined on a breast of mutton.
Happiness carried me in his coach.]
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Saturday 28 January 1659/60.
happiness carried me in his coach
this is lovely
Thanks! I think I must’ve been influenced by Dickinson there: “His carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.”
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