erasure of a page from Samuel Pepys' diary

A wind set my things
in better order, and I ached
for a serious purpose.
The rain coming
upon my bed, I went
and lay with the wind,
rocking till ten.

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Friday 13 April 1660.

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