This morning (after my musique practice with Mr. Berkenshaw) with my wife to the Paynter’s, where we staid very late to have her picture mended, which at last is come to be very like her, and I think well done; but the Paynter, though a very honest man, I found to be very silly as to matter of skill in shadows, for we were long in discourse, till I was almost angry to hear him talk so simply. So home to dinner and then to the office, and so home for all night.
music ended
like a nest of shadows
we hear simply
the night
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Tuesday 28 January 1661/62.
These brief poems give me endless pleasure.
Thank you. That means a lot. I’ve really been enjoying your Book of Sounds — minimalist poetry after my own heart.
Wow; I still get a bit of a surprise when I realise someone’s actually reading my work.
You too, eh? lol