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Ut stiltme en stoarm

Chapter 16: IX.
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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.

IX.

Detst moai en foarstlik wierst, ik wist it lang
Sûnt ik dy gean seach, laitsjend mids dyn blommen;
Unthjit wier my dyn wird en lok dyn kommen,
Eden dyn tún mei roaze en geale-klang.

As yn dyn eagen blide dreamen glommen
En dû myn twivel naemst mei sêfte twang,
Den siet ik biddend del en wist gjin sang
Dy’t nei fortsjinst dyn rike wûnders romme.

Mar nou’st myn soargen nimst en al myn noeden
Op egen skouders draechst, sa bliid, as gjit
Dyn foet nou dêr’t hjar ljochte krêften stjûrden,

Gin det ik nou myn tankbrens rûzje lit,
Dy ivich by my hâld yn krêft’ge hoede
En troanjend nêst dyn hege ljocht-steat sit.