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Ut stiltme en stoarm

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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.

XVIII.

Wy bin de prinsen fen it Fryske gea,
Oermoedich, soun en jong; ús wille is tige—
De fammen biidzje ús liet yn ept’ge rige
En ’t noegjen fen ús nocht forjitt’ se nea.

Loaits ho’t, oerwoun, de tiden for ús nige!
By ús great kommen flechte bang de Dea;
’t Ljocht striel’t ús d’ eagen út—en dochs, myn ljea,
Ien ljeafste heimnis bleau aloan forswige:

Ik bin de prins fen ’t wâld, bistjûr de weagen
En al de loften gean nei myn bliid nocht;
Ik riisde as Baldur, mar wier sjend fen eagen.

Blyn hie ’k in kening west; nou hat it ljocht
My laet, dêr’t nei myn gean dyn loaitsen seagen,
En ’k wit my lyts en feal en earm bitocht.