Going to heaven

erasure of a page from Samuel Pepys' diary

[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.

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    1. Thanks! I think I must’ve been influenced by Dickinson there: “His carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.”

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