Ice cream
You never grew from blackbirds, still your voice is even nearer to the gentlest green of May, more ferocious than the honeysuckled noise of luscious anemones and lilies of the […]
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Daisies
Drunk from spring we wake up early to a smiling dawn sky, periwinkle pearly we’re smiling laughing, giggling, shrieking shrilly drunk in spring when daisies, lilies turn us silly, we […]
Postcard from Bohuslän
In summer I’ll bring you westwards to shores where the wind face you frisky and sea-freed to untangle your hair from the ties of timber and moss In sea-summer here, […]
Eye of the needle
Again I tell you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God. Matthew […]
Moses
It was Saint George’s day nineteen seventy-two, a Sunday, when we found him newborn in a laundry basket and named him Moses. He was one of three in his mother’s […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 