Home is the sailor

Dave BontaJoyeux

I had at sea an abundance of sea, spice and gold in lieu of god, the absence of time. At home, I sleep, the wench mending my breeches by my bed.

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Wednesday 12 December 1660.

Dave Bonta

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Humeur :: Joyeux
Thèmes :: home, sea, gold, spice

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