Ut stiltme en stoarm

Chapter 33: XXVI.

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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.

XXVI.

Licht is it liet det stille wémoed neamt
En drôvich dreamt fen tiden, ier-forgiene,
En op yen tastreamt mei syn lûd, en ’t iene
Djippe iivge leed yn stille rou fordreamt;

Licht eltse sang dy’t, nei’t se wiksljend streamt,
Fen ljeafde swiets en sûrs yn hjar foriene,
Det, hwa’t it lêze, yn stille mymring miene
In heger geast hie d’ egen fieling neamd—

Mar swier wier ’t liet my faek det júblje woe
En optein sjonge en altyd simmersk wêze,
Wylst yn folsleine nocht neat dûrje koe;

Mar dy oanskôgjend kin ’k my net bilêze
En ’k moat dy fen myn blidens sjonge, as scoe
Der oan fornoeging ein noch dea mear wêze.