erasure of a page from Samuel Pepys' diary

[“Tell me, stranger,
what love should be called.”
The stranger preached the whole book
then went into court.
A drum came by, beating
a strange manner of beat—
now and then a single stroke.
I wondered at what I saw
but did not speak.]

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Sunday 5 February 1659/60.

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  1. this is not a proper answer to the question, but it started from here.

    an ant calls the aphid love
    the aphid calls the flower love
    the flower calls the bee love
    the bee calls the tree love
    the tree calls the creek love
    the creek calls the earth love
    the earth calls the worm love
    in the woven web of life; love.


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