Mr. P.’s poetry

erasure of a page from Samuel Pepys' diary

I walk in fields broad and common,
journey one inch,
stand in church till dark.
Then wine, two bottles; a rose and no wit.
Let my pitiful verses get a laugh.
My folly has friends, I note.
I play the fool.


Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Sunday 26 February 1659/60.

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  1. Fooling with time and space, church, wine, inspiration, and fooldom all makes this more unified than I expect from an erasure!

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    1. That’s good to hear — especially from someone as versed in the ways of literary fooldom as you are.

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