Ut stiltme en stoarm

Chapter 24: XVII.

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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.

XVII.

25 Nov.

Det ik dizz’ dei stil nêst dy wêze mei
En nêst dyn foet de blide tiid oertinke,
Hwaens glânz’ge ûren dy yn d’ eagen blinke
Ta wytging fen in iere moarntiids-dei.

Mocht ik in ljeave ús rizend ryk ûntsinke,
De fûlste smert stoar yn mylde oantins wei;
Al sjugge wy dizz’ skieding trienjend nei,
Wy witte, in iiv’ger dei mei oer hjar blinke.

Liz, ljeaf, dyn hân yn mines—sjuch dizz’ dei
Hja is in stjerre yn ’t joun-swirk fen de hjerst,
En silvren glâns spraet oer ús feil’ge wei.

Nou gean wy sterk togearre; yn striid en rêst
For ivich ien, eft God de wijïng sei
Dy’t oan mankoar ús knotte, hillich-fêst.