Instant nostalgia

This morning was green and gilt. Hands this morning were art. This night, late to make up my accounts, I sigh for it.

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Friday 19 October 1660.

Dave Bonta

Learn by heart: tap a gap

This was green and gilt.

Hands this were art.

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