In the ruins of the last library
Afterwards when all went silent; after words turned ash, the last remaining pillar fell and mortar crumbled into dust, the aged librarian mumbled verses from his dying books turned skyward, […]
Category Archives: the aged librarian
The library is closed
The zealous soldiers came at last with kerosene at dusk, in search of the forbidden books, in search of manuscripts and dreams. Dressed in black, they didn’t even ring the […]
Born invincible
Born invincible the aged librarian recalls his lucid youth when every day opened like the first page of a book and every letter bold was a soldier with a dandelion […]
Tea on the first day of the year
In the recess of the library, behind his least loved books there is a wormhole to the past, a void that some would call his prison and others his escape. […]
Dark roses
October tiptoed so gently, coming with fall kissing the apples to red, singeing the leaves with scarlet and brown; in yellow she rose me from sleep with foggy fingers poking […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 