O infinity of papers, give a piece of me
to the surgeon, to soldiers, to the town
where I seem a dull heavy man.
I had a mind to some cabbage,
I sent for some and had it.
A strange thing how I am
already in the book
of rain and night.
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Wednesday 14 March 1659/60.
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I love
‘a strange thing how I am
already in the book
of rain and night’.
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Oh, thanks! For some reason, I associate the taste of boiled cabbage with rain.
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exactly the lines I was going to applaud