by Darby Harn
Sunday, May 9, 1773
Sir —
The world must at present
be perpetual
on the primitive state of human nature
Conjecture
The jealousy and envy
boils over
a dead weight
strangled serpents in
the Temple
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I only recently discovered erasure poetry, after attending the Summer Writer's Conference at Northwestern in August. This was my first experiment with it. The words are taken from The Life Of Samuel Johnson.
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This is interesting. I've never done anything with erasure, but I like the way this turned out.
Thank you!