Ut stiltme en stoarm

Chapter 43: XXXVI.

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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.

XXXVI.

Dû ljeaf, foarstinne, mylde dreamster, breid,
Ho scoe ’k dyn wêzen op it bêst bineame?
Ik lit myn sêftste wirden sjongsum streame
Nei’t moarn en dei en joun syn glinstring leit.

Ast riist yn moarntiids-steat sjongt beamte en reid
Dy ’t keninklike liet; de wjitt’ring-seame
Bloeit wei yn blomte en dreamt syn swietste dreamen
En wit it neij’rjen fen dyn foarstlikheit.

Tomiddei, as de loft fen ljochtens tilt
Sitst dreamend mids dyn simmersk hûs, dyn eagen
Ljocht as de laits dy’t oer de keamer trill’t.

Mar jouns by ’t neiljocht fen de lêste reagen
Bûgst oer my as de breid, dy’t mei my fielt
Ho’t silligens ús siicht út goad’ne eagen.