*The old librarian still searches for
himself among the shelves. Glasses half-cocked,
hanging on to his nose, rubbing eyes, sore
from a thousand years of dust, sunlight blocked,
but his thirst for knowledge cannot be stopped.
Owlish and wizened with yellowy skin,
slowly but surely, the light will seep in
and he’ll remain his days meditating
on the fact he’s just about to begin
the journey for which he has been waiting.
Shared with dVerse: dizain.
*I had noted down this first sentence from Björn’s poem ‘The Past at Present’ last month, thinking that I would use this idea for something new. Having then forgotten about it until today, I ended up using it word for word to launch this particular write.

I am well aquainted with that agaed librarian… the first sentence may very well be inspired by this poem
https://brudberg.me/2025/09/16/the-past-at-present/
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Thanks Björn. Updated with credit and link 🙏
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Some people are forever searching for themselves or journeys which will never start.
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I’m enjoying my journey. 🙏
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Another fan of the old librarian – what a life that would be – though doom scrolling and searching the internet has taken it’s place…
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I’m surrounded by books that I plan to read….one day, one day!
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Ha! Me too…😱
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I think all of us as poets and writers have a bit of the librarian in us. The endless love for words.
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Indeed. It’s probably more a trope about folks who have stopped learning.
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I love this! I think you have indeed captured the spirit of Bjorn’s aged librarian.
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The aged librarian is getting around a lot!
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Haha! I think I need to start thinking about other things for a change!
Thanks Kim 🙏
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The details you supply, the light, the dust, the wizened yellowy skin, all in aid of characterizing this aged knowledge-bound man makes us feel all the more sympathetic to his journey to find himself, “about to begin.” The wait is over. The mystery is the discovery. A wonderful dizain, Shaun. I truly enjoyed it.
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Thanks Dora. 🙏
I appreciate that you took the time for my poem.
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I love how you took that first line and created another wonderful ‘librarian poem’!
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Thanks Punam 🙏
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