Never from flowers
From Pablo Neruda Sonnet 17 (second stanza) You are not a mirror where reflected, I,can affirm myself. You are not a watercolored loveor honeysuckled dusk, never soft as dew; but […]
Tag Archives: love
Sweet dreams
I love you as the plant that never bloomsbut carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,risen from the earth, lives darkly in […]
Poetry as a clothesline
Poet, you — bring me sun- stretched words as summer-muslin bed-sheets drying on a clothesline Poet, you — pledge me night- words delight me darkly as a buttercup rewards the […]
Elemental passion
Earth When seeds awaken, gently from the warmth of spring, I’m cradled in your growth, in arms of verdant strength, from soil, from deep below your breath’s a symphony, the […]
Twilight glint
My love is not a butterfly or rose, she’s neither soft as silk nor summer’s breeze, no goddess ever wore such dreadful clothes and if she sings I’ll plead “Oh […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 