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Ut stiltme en stoarm

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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.

XIV.

Ast nei my komst, en ik bin dea, den scil
Myn each net ljochtsje; it toarre en bleke liif
Ammet net waerm mear nêst dy; deadsk en stiif
Forgean myn lea, net lústrjend nei myn wil.

Patsje myn iiz’ge mûle net! Lit stil,
Net nytgjend my yn d’ ierd forgean. ’t Earm lyk
Kin dôch gjin wearpea jaen... ’t is dien. It ryk
Fen ’t libben sonk yn sompen, goar en kil.

Den net, mar nou. Kom dôch, ik gûl nei dy...
Oars rout it dy, ear’t yet dit jier forgiet;
Kom ticht, hiel ticht; dou wist, ik ljeavje dy.

Liz lylje-blêdden op myn boarst, det bliedt,
En op myn mûle balsem, fris en nij...
En den, sjong as ik stoar, in blider liet!