A bough in six dimensions
I Perched, its shadow bleeds the bough, spring is rising sap and blackbirds waiting. II On the highest bough a caterpillar contemplates the possibility to butterfly. III Bless the tender […]
Monthly Archives: January 2017
Come break this night
Open shadows, breeze me dawn. Rose me clouds and spill the spark to shimmer leaves, a twist of green. With whispered dance, come lull with grins, to bubble-melt and skip-jump […]
If you ever change your mind
The silence was like ice before you dawned on me; that night you smiled: “We can remain together if you want”. And though more than thirty years together since have […]
Digestible sonnets
Let poetry be pastry, sweet almonds, bold; versed from beds and stones. From Caracas to Madras milk and honey words that slow the hasty, rich the poor and young the […]
The naked emperor
The wall is pitiless, a desert anarchy, a ceremony of waste. Let’s not be innocent, let’s not pretend it’s not about the country, it’s not a holy monument. It’s just […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 