He knows by heart of apex moments,
battles and the cusps of past,
not from life or death but from the
pinnacles of books and voices
only he have glimpsed.
In his thinning hair he carries
graying sense of every sentence
bled from pages late at night,
and if you ask him for directions
he points at prose and shadows
and asks you for the time of day.
In his beard is trapped both
syllables and yolk of egg.
The aged librarian mirrors
every single word he’s ever read;
but still he’s dust and mildew
and a frosty Turner morning.
He’s everything and nothing.
Kim wants us to write about when place and person becoming one and the same at toads. This is one of the things I have tried to achieve with my aged librarian, and I tried to convey this in my poem. I will also link up at Poetry United tomorrow.
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May 27, 2017

I love this part:
“if you ask him for directions
he points at prose and shadows
and asks you for the time of day”
Brilliant – delicious!
I’m always delighted to read about the aged librarian, Björn! I really love the lines:
‘In his thinning hair he carries
graying sense of every sentence
bled from pages late at night’;
‘In his beard is trapped both
syllables and yolk of egg’;
and
‘…still he’s dust and mildew
and a frosty Turner morning’.
I can picture him so well.
Excellent, I can see him now….
There is deep wisdom in this.
I really liked the syllables and egg yolk line! Thanks for sharing Bjorn!!!
everything and nothing – the very ‘stuff’ of literature and the perfect theme to introduce into the aged librarian series.
Love this line: “he’s dust and mildew and a frosty Turner morning”…perfection
The aged librarian is perfect for this prompt. He is an excellent combination of person and place.
In his beard is trapped both syllables and yolk of egg – I love this line it is somehow comforting
I loved that one, too.
“In his thinning hair he carries
graying sense of every sentence
bled from pages late at night,” ~ wow I loved this 🙂
In his thinning hair he carries
graying sense of every sentence
bled from pages late at night,
Very much an impression of great dedication to his responsibilities!
Hank
Often we become so absorbed we become “one eyed” and live only within our obsession ignoring the world around us.
As a tender of the mysterium, the librarian is the opener of books, the revealer of them, but is silent as to their contents; that is up to us to read. He is the Turner painting, richly of a place and yet leaving it up to us to write the poem about it. Nice take on the challenge.
the series gets better and better Bjorn.. graying sense of every sentence…was especially so vivid for me,
Well done love that he is a librarian mirroring every word he has read…bkm
Yay! The librarian is back! The come up with some really great imagery for him to inhabit.
you’ve truly made your aged librarian so precious and sublime…i like him as the Turner painting…
“frosty Tuner morning” as always lovely rendering of your vision. Thank you.
Oh, Bjorn, I’ve grown so fond of the old librarian, but I’ve pictured him as well-groomed, and I find the egg in his beard upsetting! lol Your word mastery never ceases to please me!
I believe and I like when the person become the one with place he/she dedicated to… nice development for your ‘librarian project’.
I think you have captured it perfectly!! I think perhaps we are all, all or nothing. Love this one!
This is sumptous Björn . I especially Luv these lines
“he points at prose and shadows
and asks you for the time of day.”
Thanks for dropping by my Sunday Standard today
Much love…
With all of your different takes on the ancient librarian, I really am going to have to meet him face to face someday.
…and he never expected to be profiled so vividly.
My goodness this is good! Especially love; “In his thinning hair he carries graying sense of every sentence bled from pages late at night.” Beautifully penned!
oh wow! one of the best thing i’ve written in a while. Brilliant as ever bjorn!
I see a Twilight Zone episode in the works. I hope his glasses don’t break. I really like this line: In his thinning hair he carries
graying sense of every sentence…
Really like how you went about responding to the prompt. You made him come alive for me, could actually see him walking down the street, checking his timepiece for accuracy. Good stuff…
Elizabeth
There is a strange sense of dreadful peace emanating from your poem. Nicely done, Bjorn!
When I read the second stanza, I thought–oh this is my favorite stanza–then I read the last one, and I thought–oh this is my favorite–now I just love the whole thing–I love when I react to a poem this way–made my day today!
This librarian is so much alive, a very familiar person……
I loved the middle stanza so much…!
Love the ‘frosty Turner morning’! .. and ‘the graying of sentences’…..
Beautifully done – how rich your words and images. I would like to meet him, and soak up his wisdom.
Anna :o]
Nice poem about your “librarian”, Bjorn. I could sense the surrounding very well, really a good job for the prompt. When you retire will you try for a second career as a librarian?
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Love the series Bjorn ~
Love, love that last verse! Even if egg yolk in beard is a bit disgusting.
Wonderful to be anything Turner in my book. Thanks, Bjorn– very vivid. K. but
Am on iPhone and but just added itself!
I think I’m in love with your librarian 😉
Beautiful and very descriptive. Nicely done!