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Ut stiltme en stoarm

Chapter 59: XI.
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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.

XI.

Dy haw ik sein hwet op my weacht: it lêst
Hast fen gjin ien sa field, it frjemde lok
Det inkeld ik hjir wit, myn laits om sok
In heimich ding as d’ ienris iivge rêst.

En nou: scilstou forstean? My pleagen drok
Hwa’t my as ljeafsten gouwen: sterk en fêst
Droech nimmen ’t jok yet fen myn ljeafde, en dwêst
Waerd nea myn langst, myn ljeafde mear as flok.

Dit is hwerom ik gean, in prins sa ljocht:
Det nimmen lijt as ik, om’t nimmen socht
De stien, dy’t flûnkret yn it hert’ fen d’ ierde.

Dit is hwerom ik bûg, in mûnts sa leech:
Nimmen seach mei my yet, dêr jinsen, heech
De blauwe glâns, dy’t al myn dreamen sierde.