Late in April
when the sun sets late
some sunrays pierce
the silence of his library,
with the savagery
of spiteful scimitars.
The aged librarian
perceive the slightest tingle
starting in his stomach
as from indigestion,
it stretches through his veins
leaving in its path a fever,
a feeling that threatens
to subdue
his mundane melancholy.
“This won’t do” he mumbles
as he seeks the gloom of shadows,
where once again he falls
into a somber solace
having once again defeated
joy that threatens
ruminations with a bliss
his aging body can’t control.
Nicholas Roerich
Today Lilian hosts the first of two Live sessions on dVerse OLN. You are welcome to join and listen, read, or if not just link up any one poem of your choice.
I decided to opt for a new “aged librarian” poem. You can find my whole series here
April 20, 2023
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Always a treat when you dish up the ‘old Librarian’
Much💖love
I always thought a wall of books was a worthy antacid for those occasional cases of Dionysia.
That second stanza is visceral! LOVED hearng you read this today at OLN LIVE!
This is so funny! The poor librarian won’t allow himself to be giddy in the sunshine. How gorgeous your wording is to describe his folly and refusal to feel better. I hope he changes his mind.
Scimitars of light is so beautiful a word picture.
It’s been a while since I’ve read about the Aged Librarian. I would have enjoyed hearing you read it.
having once again defeated
joy that threatens
ruminations with a bliss – so much going on in those lines… even though the aged librarian has become familiar, one is curious about his need for shadows and fear of joy… lovely writing.
I always love your librarian poems.
Despite the effort sharp sun (love the spiteful scimitars), he’s retreats. Those final lines say so much.
Great poem. Sometimes we are our own worst enemy, holding our selves back from enjoying the joys of life!
“he falls into a somber solace having once again defeated joy that threatens ruminations with a bliss,” .. this is such a strong and palpable close, Bjorn! 😀 Another gem of a poem for the Aged Librarian series ❤️❤️
Bjorn, I’m glad to see the aged librarian returning.
He appreciates the sun rays working, to his good or his bad? Never know for sure, good and bad, light and dark.
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Ah this one! I be weep for those whose lives go unloved like this, a pale shadow of what can Be.
Great alliteration here too
I never tire of aged librarian poems, Björn! This one is so vividly painted with the sunrays that ‘pierce the silence of his library, with the savagery of spiteful scimitars’ – fabulous use of sibilance – and the alliterative ‘his mundane melancholy’ that sounds like a moan.
The aged librarian maintains his privileges to interact as he pleases. Nice to hear of him again, Bjorn!
Hank
Oh, how often do we hide from joy preferring the mundane of routines.
Sunrays turn to swords. I had to look up scimitar and the The Seventh Seal, which I had never heard of. Seems you can watch the whole think on Youtube.