The library is eternal
limitless with
chambers followed by chambers,
halls and corridors
and rooms within rooms
with no distinguishable symmetry.
From the robed librarians
shuffling gently between shelves,
a collective mutter can be heard
from tirades, pleas, and prayers
read from restless books
with wilful intentions.
Within the library the rumors
say, there is a room
of silence, lacking
prose or poetry.
The room it’s said
is furnished with a simple chair,
and a table plain as day.
Upon the table rests
a composition notebook
with directions
to the exit from the caves
wherein the library rests.
If any of the aged librarians
find this exit
they will tiptoe gently
and disappear into the fog
of the endless forest cemetery
we call the universe.
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September 1, 2022
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Good poem
Nicely composed, Björn
How lovely!
loved visiting the library again and finding the room with the exit clue – the notion of an “endless forest cemetery
we call the universe” adds a suitably surreal ending
Old librarians never die, they just take the stairs? Hopefully there is a fine library in Heaven for them, waiting.
–Shay
A lovely and surreal journey into librarian’s Nirvana, and how clever to make it a spiritual way station.
Ooh, that one gave me the goosebumps, Bjorn.
Love those Librarian verses, BR. Thanks.
Your imagery here of the “room of silence” & its sparce furnishing / lack of books is very effective.
I love this:
“restless books
with wilful intentions”
Excellent poem.
I picture the books talking through the librarians…and following them out into the world.
“there is a room
of silence, lacking
prose or poetry.”
There in lies a golden key. Nice one Björn.
Much💛love
… but if they find the exit from the caves, will we never know of them again? I couldn’t bear it.
So thats where they are!! I love your library poems!
And this line “Within the library the rumors
say, there is a room
of silence, lacking
prose or poetry.”
I don’t think that is possible. I find poetry and prose begin in silence.
Your writing style is perfect for philosophical meandering into libraries with silent rooms and mysterious exits! 💓
This is a wonderful narrative you tell! I love the whole illusion of it, it reads like a film. Not the worst place to be trapped! 🙂 I love the second and final stanzas especially; the restless books muttering, and the surrounding fog of universe.
Have you read The Midnight Library? Your poem brought it to mind. Evocative and surreal.
Bjorn, I just discovered that you are responsible for Chiaroscuro’s being sent to the moon! Congratulations on that!! I somehow missed out on its publication and see it is now out of print . Could you tell me, please, which of my poems was published in it? Judy
You had one poem in the Anthology named “The ballad of Judy and Brown”
Björn