Vessels

This entry is part 39 of 91 in the series Toward Noon: 3verses

 

The perfect pits
in the snow around
the lowbush blueberry stems

awaken in me
the old urge to collect—a museum
of pots and bronzes,

and in the plaza,
a fountain that accommodates
every coin-sized absence…

Selective vision

Early with Mr. Moore about Sir Paul Neale’s business with my uncle and other things all the morning.
Dined with him at Mr. Crew’s, and after dinner I went to the Theatre, where I found so few people (which is strange, and the reason I did not know) that I went out again, and so to Salsbury Court, where the house as full as could be; and it seems it was a new play, “The Queen’s Maske,” wherein there are some good humours: among others, a good jeer to the old story of the Siege of Troy, making it to be a common country tale. But above all it was strange to see so little a boy as that was to act Cupid, which is one of the greatest parts in it. Then home and to bed.

Another thin dinner to heat—
few know the full mask.
Some jeer making a common count.
To see so little
is one of the greatest arts.


Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Saturday 2 March 1660/61.

Winter gardener

This entry is part 38 of 91 in the series Toward Noon: 3verses

 

I was land-hungry in my youth.
In the summer I turned soil
and in winter hoped for snow—

a Platonic kind of field,
rich in solitude as any desert
and as free of weeds,

the leafless rose in the yard
alone with its snarl
of barbed canes.

Esprit de corps

All the morning at the office. Dined at home only upon fish, and Mr. Shepley and Tom Hater with me. After dinner Mr. Shepley and I in private talking about my Lord’s intentions to go speedily into the country, but to what end we know not. We fear he is to go to sea with this fleet now preparing. But we wish that he could get his 4000l. per annum settled before he do go.
Then he and I walked into London, he to the Wardrobe and I to Whitefryars, and saw “The Bondman” acted; an excellent play and well done. But above all that ever I saw, Betterton do the Bond man the best.
Then to my father’s and found my mother ill. After staying a while with them, I went home and sat up late, spending my thoughts how to get money to bear me out in my great expense at the Coronation, against which all provide, and scaffolds setting up in every street.
I had many designs in my head to get some, but know not which will take.
To bed.

Fish in a private sea,
we wish for war
to bond better with the nation,
scaffolds setting up
in every head.


Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Friday 1 March 1660/61.

Downsizing

This entry is part 37 of 91 in the series Toward Noon: 3verses

 

Day by day
the shadows are dwindling,
assuming more realistic shapes,

like the ambitions of a man
in middle age.
The snow hardens underfoot.

I hear the first
mourning dove call of the year:
desire in a minor key.

Economy

Early to wait on my Lord, and after a little talk with him I took boat at Whitehall for Redriffe, but in my way overtook Captain Cuttance and Teddiman in a boat and so ashore with them at Queenhithe, and so to a tavern with them to a barrel of oysters, and so away.
Capt. Cuttance and I walked from Redriffe to Deptford, where I found both Sir Williams and Sir G. Carteret at Mr. Uthwayt’s, and there we dined, and notwithstanding my resolution, yet for want of other victualls, I did eat flesh this Lent, but am resolved to eat as little as I can.
After dinner we went to Captain Bodilaw’s, and there made sale of many old stores by the candle, and good sport it was to see how from a small matter bid at first they would come to double and treble the price of things.
After that Sir W. Pen and I and my Lady Batten and her daughter by land to Redriffe, staying a little at halfway house, and when we came to take boat, found Sir George, &c., to have staid with the barge a great while for us, which troubled us.
Home and to bed.
This month ends with two great secrets under dispute but yet known to very few: first, Who the King will marry; and What the meaning of this fleet is which we are now sheathing to set out for the southward. Most think against Algier against the Turk, or to the East Indys against the Dutch who, we hear, are setting out a great fleet thither.

In the red, I eat as little as I can
of old candle.
See how they come to double
the price of things.

I am troubled
with a secret dispute:
who I will marry
and in which ink.


Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Thursday 28 February 1660/61.

March

This entry is part 36 of 91 in the series Toward Noon: 3verses

 

A four-pronged twig tumbled by wind
has left the oddest tracks
in the snow, no two alike.

The fox, by contrast,
has walked more than a mile
in her own, earlier footprints,

leaving a single set
of blurred tracks with toes
pointing in both directions.

Seasick

At the office all the morning, that done I walked in the garden with little Captain Murford, where he and I had some discourse concerning the Light-House again, and I think I shall appear in the business, he promising me that if I can bring it about, it will be worth 100l. per annum.
Then came into the garden to me young Mr. Powell and Mr. Hooke that I once knew at Cambridge, and I took them in and gave them a bottle of wine, and so parted. Then I called for a dish of fish, which we had for dinner, this being the first day of Lent; and I do intend to try whether I can keep it or no. My father dined with me and did show me a letter from my brother John, wherein he tells us that he is chosen Schollar of the house, which do please me much, because I do perceive now it must chiefly come from his merit and not the power of his Tutor, Dr. Widdrington, who is now quite out of interest there and hath put over his pupils to Mr. Pepper, a young Fellow of the College.
With my father to Mr. Rawlinson’s, where we met my uncle Wight, and after a pint or two away. I walked with my father (who gave me an account of the great falling out between my uncle Fenner and his son Will) as far as Paul’s Churchyard, and so left him, and I home.
This day the Commissioners of Parliament begin to pay off the Fleet, beginning with the Hampshire, and do it at Guildhall, for fear of going out of town into the power of the seamen, who are highly incensed against them.

Done with captain and lighthouse,
I am a hook.
I once knew a fish, a scholar
at the pint, who gave out “fen”
as a home for fear
of the power of the sea.


Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Wednesday 27 February 1660/61.