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Ut stiltme en stoarm

Chapter 55: VII.
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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.

VII.

Dou waerdst my einleas ljeaf: ik koe dy neame
Mei noegjend liet yn d’ ûre fen myn dea,
En nêst dy gean oer greide en neaken gea,
En fen dy skaet, dochs ivich fen dy dreame.

’t Is wier, dou bist gjin bern, det by de streamen
Fornoege djoeit om blommegiel en -rea,
Gjin faem, dy treastgje wol myn treastleas wea,
Dou bist gjin geast by poarpren wolkenseamen...

Hja neame dy gewoan, en my hwet bjuster:
Hja binne ûnwiis, en for myn langjend each
Bloeit der in ljocht, en wykt it deade-tsjuster.

O ho’t de wrâld mei al hjar witnis leach!
Dou bist sa treastlik lyk in ljeave sister,
In blom sa myld, sa wiksljend as in weach.