the streets empty
and every door shut
who am I but this meeting
of loss and body
among the poor
I turn to a fine mist
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Wednesday 16 August 1665.
I did deliver to him my last will –
But Lord! how sad a sight it is
to see the streets empty of people.
Jealous of every door that one sees shut up,
lest it should be the plague.
I am nowadays very complaisant,
mighty merry – eat and drink with the greatest
pleasure and liberty
with great body and gold;
I, a fine lady – mistresse.