Pepys Noir

erasure of a page from Samuel Pepys' diary

Rain.
I got up early.

I was deputy to trouble;
I could not talk.

A place other
than the void tonight?

I go out without
any qualification.

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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4 Responses to Pepys Noir

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  2. Peter says:

    Oh. It feels like a pared-down and terrific Hafez.

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