The first All Hallow
The sunset was a pale sigh and walking through the cemetery my feet were leadlike; with darkness arriving I felt the burden of my mourning growing. A year had passed, […]
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Once as sunbeam
Once as sunbeam, bright she shone; embrightend those around, until the day she met the lover-nemesis the man who burnt her heart. He stole delight and light, to flame her […]
Trees undressed
Do you know what the earth meditates upon in autumn? Pablo Neruda — The book of questions The question turns my mind to blazing colors of the dying leaf succumbing […]
My maimed heart
When midnight moonlight spills its river in our lake where from your arrow, freshly picked from Cupid’s quiver maimed my heart and tainted marrow infected with your lust and burning. […]
Circle-evidence
Without a map or moonlit pebbles leading home again the aged librarian follows poetry and songs scribbled in the margin of a first-edition copy of a book not read, remembering […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 