Ut stiltme en stoarm

Chapter 45: XXXVIII.

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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.

XXXVIII.

In boat gliidt súntsjes oan de marwâl lâns;
De earnstge wylgen glânzgje yn silvren ljocht;
’t Is ’t ljeave sté det my fornoeging brocht
Dêr’t ik to dreamen laei yn simmer-glâns.

En ’k haw in helt my tocht dy’t stins en skâns
Twong nei syn wil; in kening ha ’k my tocht,
Dy’t, earnstich, from it hillich krús-grêf socht,
In skalt, it hier omwoun mei klimmer-krâns—

Ryk wier ik hjir by silvren wylg’ne dream
As sêft in sigen my oer ’t antlit roun,
En yn it reid biskûle in fûgel song.

Mar dreamde ik menn’ge dream oan mantel-seam,
Nea ealge ik det ik iens in ljeafde foun,
As nou myn stille siel ta júbling twong.