(Lord’s day). Up, and my wife and I to church, where it is strange to see how by use and seeing Pembleton come with his wife thither to church, I begin now to make no great matter of it, which before was so terrible to me. Dined at home, my wife and I alone, a good dinner, and so in the afternoon to church again, where the Scot preached, and I slept most of the afternoon. So home, and my wife and I together all the evening discoursing, and then after reading my vowes to myself, and my wife with her mayds (who are mighty busy to get it dispatched because of their mistress’s promise, that when it is done they shall have leave all to go see their friends at Westminster, whither my wife will carry them) preparing for their washing to-morrow, we hastened to supper and to bed.
church is strange
to come to alone
I ache and sing
to myself
and the mist I see
as tomorrow
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Sunday 25 October 1663.
Beautiful erasure poem, Dave. The juxtaposition with the diary and the images and the gentleness. wow. aAdeep bow.