Cabbage Mind

erasure of a page from Samuel Pepys' diary

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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  1. I love
    ‘a strange thing how I am
    already in the book
    of rain and night’.


    1. Oh, thanks! For some reason, I associate the taste of boiled cabbage with rain.


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