Wealth
for some past sin I have no one a shed where I sleep a never-heard wit and now this street
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Monday 19 October 1668.
Dave Bonta
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for some past sin I have no one a shed where I sleep a never-heard wit and now this street
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Monday 19 October 1668.
Dave Bonta's "Wealth" is a few short lines about someone who has almost nothing, and the title makes that sparseness feel pointed. The speaker lists what remains: no one to turn to, a shed to sleep in, and a wit that nobody ever heard. That last detail stings most.
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