I sat za zen,
we sat zen za,
we drank many healths
to Mr. Zan.
There was nothing at all left
of this day’s work.
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Saturday 25 February 1659/60.
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Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
I sat za zen,
we sat zen za,
we drank many healths
to Mr. Zan.
There was nothing at all left
of this day’s work.
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Saturday 25 February 1659/60.