I got up early.
I was deputy to trouble;
I could not talk.
A place other
than the void tonight?
I go out without
Doubt will be
the end of me.
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Tuesday 13 March 1659/60.
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Oh. It feels like a pared-down and terrific Hafez.
Oh really? Awesome. Thanks!
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How can we live without the unknown before us? — Rene Char
How can we live without the unknown before us?