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 […]
Category Archives: the aged librarian
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 […]
Wisdom has left
Torn from its orbit the library vessel,untethered.is freeto seek out a worldwere wisdom is prizedmore than the weightof its ink blotted pulp. Free from gravity’s pull,the knowledge has leftin its […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 