Origin of poetry
The forest is also a library,each tree being a bookevery bough is a sentenceand now as the spring tiptoesover moss and pine needlesthe birch buds are breakingand the books turns […]
Category Archives: the aged librarian
Drummer, solo
The library is taste-and colorless, desert, seaexisting only on the edgeof your atmosphere,some would say it is largerthan the universewhile others claim it’s justa tiny box of liesillusion and a […]
Scimitars
Late in Aprilwhen the sun sets latesome sunrays piercethe silence of his library,with the savageryof spiteful scimitars. The aged librarianperceive the slightest tinglestarting in his stomachas from indigestion,it stretches through […]
Time for what?
January in the library offers timeto examine lacking heartbeats,a shallow breath, with daylightcloaked behind the pregnant cloudsburdened with persistent drizzle. January in the library offers timefor lucid purge and ostracism,for […]
Night Vision
In the afternoon glowthe shadows enter the library,they crawlthey slitherfrom the innermost sanctumamong shelves and displaysover dog-eared pageskisses the fingers of the visiting fewtouches the mindsof the young readers still […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 