You; a man of words
You; the man of wordsmuch better than the oneswith which I praiseyour gentle intellect,your extensive handsthat only gives. You; the man who alwaysshows the waywith truthful wordswho sacrificed the modest […]
Author Archives: Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Heart of stone
If we were masonswe would see,how in every stonedwells the heartof libraries, compassionand cathedralsand bridges closing chasms. yet we cease to listento the granite’s heartbeatbuilding prisonswalls to set apart,and castlesfor […]
Game
I never was the cool or chicI was not le freak,not wild – I merelymixed my tapesprepared to bloom when coolmeant mathor having read Camus,but still I knew the movesand […]
Anemia
it is not as the white silence of the first snow covering the wilted flowers, not the ambience of city streets of dawn before the mailman arrives. It’s not the […]
Coward
Behind the curtains shadows danceda fight of fists, perchance a lance.Then splattered blood I stood in trance. I never heard the scream, I smelledher blood, I saw my neighbor felled;That […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 