Where is Hamlet when he’s needed?
The ghosts of former tyrants haunt the tyrantknowing well that’s something rotten in the statealways grows, inspire the assassins wieldingpoison blades at night; the tyrant knows that foesare found within […]
Category Archives: blank verse
Woodwalk
I walk into the verdant woods alonemy boots are drums and breeze in leaves the stringsa sudden bird-song interrupts; a fluteto hail the morning sun in open glades.I stroll without […]
To change or to be changed
To change or to be changed; that’s the difference between the noblest art of suffering or to sling the arrows for your future. It’s either to take arms against the […]
Why did we cease to think?
Perched on Odin’s shoulder Muninn sits repeating stories from the past: from when his brother Huginn still foresaw a future bright to pave our path. When thought’s not longer seen […]
Towards the slaughterhouse
We never hesitated, followed you. We forged ahead until the end. We never walked on narrow roads. With joyful eyes and speedily towards the slaughterhouse we went. We are the […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 