Ut stiltme en stoarm

Chapter 56: VIII.

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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.

VIII.

Kom mei my, kom! De wirge minsken teagen.
Sêft giet de wyn oer ’t leaf en laket stil,
It wetter rûzet sêft, in tear getril
Fen silvren glâns gliidt oer de rêst’ge weagen.

Ik hear gjin inkeld liet, gjin lûd det skril
De frede brekt, en tink om dream noch ljeagen;
Ik sjuch dy djip yn dyn fortreastgjende eagen,
Eft nea de nocht fen ljeavjen eingje scil.

Dou bist sa goed, en scilst mei ljeafde heare
Hwet ik dy freegje, bliid en stil bidêst,
En scilst fen my gjin ûnwier wird bigeare.

Ik siet en skriemde stil, mar ’t hat my west,
Do’t ik dy seach, as koe ’k myn wea forneare;
Kom mei my, kom, nou’t d’ ierde glimkjend rêst.