Ut stiltme en stoarm

Chapter 52: IV.

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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.

IV.

Myn ljeafde is lyk in liet fen lûde weagen,
Dy’t rûzje en gûle yn twiljocht fen ’e nacht,
As wiffe twinkelglâns fen silvren pracht
Bevet oer ’t wiet, yn freedsum-wite reagen.

Dou bliuwste en stieste as stien, dy’t fûle fleagen
En gjalpen brekt, en d’ earme deadeklacht,
Dy’t út de weagen riist, net heart, en ’t ljacht
Det oer hjar wier, biachtet lyk in ljeagen.

Myn ljeafde tinkt: in jountiidsfûgel klaget,
Dou biste it wâld, hwertroch ienlûdich-sêft
In rûzjen giet, as sinne dûkt en ’t daget.

O ljeavje my, en jow my treast en krêft!
...Dou lakest súntsjes eft myn leed dy haget,
En om myn wente rint sa’n wide grêft...