The next tree
Within the librarythe present and the pastpredicts the future,prose and poetry alikeis what takes us to the moon,destroys, bring warsand ecocide. Days to come will mirror,not repeatbecause the human mindwith […]
Category Archives: the aged librarian
From the custodian’s cabin.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothRobert Frost, The road not taken Sitting by the window of my hut looking at the snow I […]
Library – time
The windows of the librarycan only be reachedby climbing a ladderhidden under lock and key;so as the books unopenedthe worlds (words)within will only knowabout each otherthrough a visitor bringingthe evening […]
A tome in the tomb
The Librarianrises with visiting sunremembers summerwhen gold beams vacation herewhen skin warms in open fields wearing the years as a cloakyet evergreen to worldly chattelremembers times simpler;joy simmers beneathnever lackluster […]
Maybe futile
In vain we try to find our ways in everlasting gloom, we search tunnels for a breath of fresh air, we search, room to room, through corridors for the briefest […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 