I sang a song to my beard,
of my neck and altered head,
brown thing of thorn, bridge
to a brave day abominably bare.
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Wednesday 22 February 1659/60.
Whitman-esque. But did he ever erase anything?
I doubt it. Lord knows some of his works might’ve benefited if he had.
Oh, I like this one a lot.
happy birthday for samuel pepys =)
Yes, indeed! He mentions it in the entry for the day, but I’m not sure whether that will make it into tonight’s erasure or not.
Nice & strange, that beard! I wonder how your non-erasures will be when you return to them…
Possibly not too different. I am old and set in my ways, I’m afraid. But we’ll see.
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