Truant

Sam Pepys and me

This morning I attempted to persuade my wife in bed to go to Brampton this week, but she would not, which troubles me, and seeing that I could keep it no longer from her, I told her that I was resolved to go to Portsmouth to-morrow. Sir W. Batten goes to Chatham to-day, and will be back again to come for Portsmouth after us on Thursday next.
I went to Westminster and several places about business. Then at noon dined with my Lord Crew; and after dinner went up to Sir Thos. Crew’s chamber, who is still ill. He tells me how my Lady Duchess of Richmond and Castlemaine had a falling out the other day; and she calls the latter Jane Shore, and did hope to see her come to the same end that she did.
Coming down again to my Lord, he told me that news was come that the Queen is landed; at which I took leave, and by coach hurried to White Hall, the bells ringing in several places; but I found there no such matter, nor anything like it. So I went by appointment to Anthony Joyce’s, where I sat with his wife and Mall Joyce an hour or two, and so her husband not being at home, away I went and in Cheapside spied him and took him into the coach. Home, and there I found my Lady Jemimah, and Anne, and Madamoiselle come to see my wife, whom I left, and to talk with Joyce about a project I have of his and my joyning, to get some money for my brother Tom and his kinswoman to help forward with her portion if they should marry. I mean in buying of tallow of him at a low rate for the King, and Tom should have the profit; but he tells me the profit will be considerable, at which I was troubled, but I have agreed with him to serve some in my absence.
He went away, and then came Mr. Moore and sat late with me talking about business, and so went away and I to bed.

I could become still
on the other shore

end the bells ringing
like cheap joy

get someone to be troubled
in my absence


Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Monday 21 April 1662.

Holidaisical

which naked branches make
a paper wasp’s antennae twitch

out scouting for a nesting place
hind legs outfitted in safety orange

at the top of an oak curled
like a scroll around its missing heart

two flickers perched a foot apart
engage in a bowing contest

a green sweat bee wallows
through the wind-blown hair on my arm

fresh from a blossoming shadbush
that bridal delicacy

a gnatcatcher’s two-note song
sounds both necessary and sufficient

i step aside for a dust-devil
made of dead leaves

it careens off for another hundred feet
and rises into the canopy

as if the devil intends to re-leaf
not with new growth but old

a project as certain to fail
as May Day will come

Services

Sam Pepys and me

(Lord’s day). My intention being to go this morning to White Hall to hear South, my Lord Chancellor’s chaplain, the famous preacher and oratour of Oxford, (who the last Lord’s day did sink down in the pulpit before the King, and could not proceed,) it did rain, and the wind against me, that I could by no means get a boat or coach to carry me; and so I staid at Paul’s, where the judges did all meet, and heard a sermon, it being the first Sunday of the term; but they had a very poor sermon. So to my Lady’s and dined, and so to White Hall to Sir G. Carteret, and so to the Chappell, where I challenged my pew as Clerk of the Privy Seal and had it, and then walked home with Mr. Blagrave to his old house in the Fishyard, and there he had a pretty kinswoman that sings, and we did sing some holy things, and afterwards others came in and so I left them, and by water through the bridge (which did trouble me) home, and so to bed.

a pulpit for the wind
that nowhere sermon

the sun white
as a grave to the fish

we sing holy things
after the water


Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Sunday 20 April 1662.

Visions

Sam Pepys and me

This morning, before we sat, I went to Aldgate; and at the corner shop, a draper’s, I stood, and did see Barkestead, Okey, and Corbet, drawn towards the gallows at Tiburne; and there they were hanged and quartered. They all looked very cheerful; but I hear they all die defending what they did to the King to be just; which is very strange. So to the office and then home to dinner, and Captain David Lambert came to take his leave of me, he being to go back to Tangier there to lie.
Then abroad about business, and in the evening did get a bever, an old one, but a very good one, of Sir W. Batten, for which I must give him something; but I am very well pleased with it. So after writing by the post to bed.

morning gate
I see a gallows

red road in the evening
I go on writing


Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Saturday 19 April 1662.

Marooned

Sam Pepys and me

This morning sending the boy down into the cellar for some beer I followed him with a cane, and did there beat him for his staying of arrands and other faults, and his sister came to me down and begged for him. So I forebore, and afterwards, in my wife’s chamber, did there talk to Jane how much I did love the boy for her sake, and how much it do concern to correct the boy for his faults, or else he would be undone. So at last she was well pleased.
This morning Sir G. Carteret, Sir W. Batten and I met at the office, and did conclude of our going to Portsmouth next week, in which my mind is at a great loss what to do with my wife, for I cannot persuade her to go to Brampton, and I am loth to leave her at home. All the afternoon in several places to put things in order for my going.
At night home and to bed.

down into the cellar
with a cane

my love for her
at last at a loss

what to do
with her things


Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Friday 18 April 1662.

Senescent

Sam Pepys and me

To Mr. Holliard’s in the morning, thinking to be let blood, but he was gone out. So to White Hall, thinking to have had a Seal at Privy Seal, but my Lord did not come, and so I walked back home and staid within all the afternoon, there being no office kept to-day, but in the evening Sir W. Batten sent for me to tell me that he had this day spoke to the Duke about raising our houses, and he hath given us leave to do it, at which, being glad, I went home merry, and after supper to bed.

the ink gone white
did not come back

but the evening bat
is out after supper


Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Thursday 17 April 1662.

Resolve

river in November light between bare woods and mountain

Up early and took my physique; it wrought all the morning well. At noon dined, and all the afternoon, Mr. Hater to that end coming to me, he and I did go about my abstracting all the contracts made in the office since we came into it. So at night to bed.

up early to my ought
an abstract contract
made in the ice
I am at night


Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Wednesday 16 April 1662.

Ministry of Truth

Sam Pepys and me

At the office all the morning. Dined at home. Again at the office in the afternoon to despatch letters and so home, and with my wife, by coach, to the New Exchange, to buy her some things; where we saw some new-fashion pettycoats of sarcenett, with a black broad lace printed round the bottom and before, very handsome, and my wife had a mind to one of them, but we did not then buy one. But thence to Mr. Bowyer’s, thinking to have spoke to them for our Sarah to go to Huntsmore for a while to get away her ague, but we had not opportunity to do it, and so home and to bed.

at the office
in the afternoon
letters change to ash
coat the hands
in one ink


Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Tuesday 15 April 1662.

Poetry Blog Digest 2025, Week 15

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Survivor

Sam Pepys and me

Being weary last night I lay very long in bed to-day, talking with my wife, and persuaded her to go to Brampton, and take Sarah with her, next week, to cure her ague by change of ayre, and we agreed all things therein.
We rose, and at noon dined, and then we to the Paynter’s, and there sat the last time for my little picture, which I hope will please me. Then to Paternoster Row to buy things for my wife against her going.
So home and walked upon the leads with my wife, and whether she suspected anything or no I know not, but she is quite off of her going to Brampton, which something troubles me, and yet all my design was that I might the freer go to Portsmouth when the rest go to pay off the yards there, which will be very shortly. But I will get off if I can.
So to supper and to bed.

night air
in the rose at noon

my little hope ongoing
in a freer mouth


Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Monday 14 April 1662.