(Lord’s day). With Sir W. Pen to the parish church, where we are placed in the highest pew of all, where a stranger preached a dry and tedious long sermon. Dined at home, and with my wife to church again in the afternoon. Home again and walked in the garden and on the leads till night; and so to supper and to bed.
Here we are: a strange
dry din
again in
the afternoon
again in
the night.
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Sunday 26 August 1660.
Nice. The crickets are invisible.
Thanks. I think I took my cue from Dickinson in that respect.