Ut stiltme en stoarm

Chapter 11: IV.

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The collection gathers short lyric poems that move between contemplative calm and turbulent passion, using concise, musical lines and recurring images of sea, wind, seasons, and evening light. Many pieces voice longing, solitude, and consolation, often addressing a beloved or a singing presence while alternating hope and resignation. Natural phenomena—waves, storms, dawn, and autumn decay—serve as metaphors for inner states. Occasional sonnets and mythic or spiritual invocations broaden the formal range. Overall the poems emphasize sensory detail and melodic rhythm to explore memory, desire, and the search for solace amid change.

IV.

Skean foel it hjerstich jounljocht troch de twigen
En dounse spoekich oer de wiete groun;
Do is it gien. It stjerrend hôf yn ’t roun
Song sêft de wémoed fen in lêste sigen.

Nou kaem de nacht.... Om eltse roaze woun
De dead in krâns’ fen wylgjend leaf; de rigen
Fen drippende asters stiene wirch to nigen,
Wémoedich-moai, al wier hjar tier fordwoun.

Do seach ik wer ús hûs fen moarmer-stien
Blank glânzgjend ûnder reade klimmerblêdden,
Dêr’t ús de dagen goud’ne feesten wiern’.

Hol klonken yn it rom porteal myn trêdden,
En ’k seach en ’k wist my iensum: dou wierst gien
En ’k wier allinne yn ’t wiid fen winter-mêdden.