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Ash overtook me, all joy
only a seed on the wind.
I went to the alley and bought a cat
and a good piece of cheese, I wonder why.
As if it is better to be here
than anywhere else.
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Wednesday 7 March 1659/60.
After talking about going to sea,
after drinking with a butcher and a violin,
after bacon, capons and fritters,
after singing and drinking,
after a dance or two with my lord,
soberly and without fear
I lay awake.
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Tuesday 6 March 1659/60.
Ill with pleasure ill took,
ill at the Salutation Tavern,
I drank till overcome,
and so see a unicorn
of the king’s hunt
hung in church
again.
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Monday 5 March 1659/60.
Before Orpheus
that moth
and the mess he caused
a citizen of pretense
to my mother and talk
I was born.
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Sunday 4 March 1659/60.
The Lord, a lamb;
the sun, nothing—
a sheep’s head
with a war bark,
a public hatch,
sad money,
or a hand with
a high fever.
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Saturday 3 March 1659/60.
Lo, the trumpeters give a sound
of the rump this morning,
a wind to the leg where a carp
is put into good posture.
My art is talk—
and after talk, the bed.
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Friday 2 March 1659/60.
Thinking out of the box,
my mind left.
Little to do but school a school in being,
a man buried in being.
Brain or pot? Water or wine?
Other things make a kind bed.
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Thursday 1 March 1659/60.
How at sea he is, that monk!
Join with him and dine on herring,
chant and turn out to row
in a brave cup.
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Wednesday 29 February 1659/60.
Red herrings to breakfast:
boot-heel hole as big as a horse
through the forest, one path
as if through a red regiment.
Old Harry went out to buy a hat
and met the Greyhound,
where I found him vexed
about breaking the Lord’s lock.
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Tuesday 28 February 1659/60.
Four horses in the cellar, four evangelists
in a hospital for poor people
and over the chimney a bird, an iron owl.
I drank to the Virgin
and kissed a plain bold maid.
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Monday 27 February 1659/60.