Ut stiltme en stoarm

Chapter 57: IX.

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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.

IX.

Jow my dyn ljeafde en freegje net nei mear.
Faeks nimt ús skielk de dea, faeks libje wy
Yet mennich jier; de wrâld ropt, winsket dy
To sjen as elts, mei earme glâns en ear’.

Mar freegje net nei moarn. Hjoed ljochtet klear
De maitiidsdei, hjoed waechst it lângers blij,
Yet stiestou sterk, yet bist fen wrâldlêst frij—
Jow my dyn ljeafde en freegje net nei mear.

Hwet telt it ús, al riist de nacht? Hwent by
’t Ljocht yn ús siele wier de dage ûnklear,
En dit ljocht, det ús bliuwt, det tsjinje wy.

Skoer ôf dyn deistich klaed, wêz greatsk; bifrear
Fen kjeld ek d’ ierd’, myn waermens bleau dy by:
Jow my dyn ljeafde en freegje net nei mear.