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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.

XXX.

Ik wit in plak dêr’t mank swietrokich krûd
De roaze bloeit en ’t reid in moarntiids-wize
Neinúndret, as, fen ljochte dauwe oerdize,
D’ omkrânse wjittring lústret, fyn fen lûd;

Wyld fûgelt floitet dêr; de jouns komt stil
In skruten hart det effen drinkt—den rize
Allinken tûz’nen stjerren, oer de lizen
Giet fen de wyn in lêste en sêftste ril:

Dêr scil ’k dy moetsje en toevje scil wy dêr
Oant d’ elfen komme en dounsje nei de mjitte
Fen ’t greate gean fen sé en ierde en stjer.

Heil Oberon! Hy scil ús net forjitte:
Midsimmer-nacht siichde oan—my tinkt, ik hear
Fyn swiet muzyk, dêr’t wy syn komste út witte.