A strange thing, how every day
I am private eye for a statue,
set up in exchange after I fell
to writing, to morrow, to bed.
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Sunday 22 April 1660.
A strange thing, how every day
I am private eye for a statue,
set up in exchange after I fell
to writing, to morrow, to bed.
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Sunday 22 April 1660.