All the morning at home, Mr. Berkenshaw by appointment yesterday coming to me, and begun composition of musique, and he being gone I to settle my papers and things in my chamber, and so after dinner in the afternoon to the office, and thence to my chamber about several businesses of the office and my own, and then to supper and to bed. This day my brave vellum covers to keep pictures in, come in, which pleases me very much.
morning paper—
my afternoon bed
covers me
Erasure haiku derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Tuesday 14 January 1661/62.
Dave, once again I find it uncanny that your post in a way mirrors my poem last night, where there are homeless people sleeping on newspapers…
Oh yes! I assumed you were riffing on my image. How interesting that it was just a coincidence.