Ut stiltme en stoarm

Chapter 72: II.

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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.

II.

Nou rêst hwet út: faek wier Jins dei sa drok!
De jierren wierne as weagen yn it wide,
Fol krêft en preal en diigre striid; Jo bide
Great, weardich wirk, gjin sêft-swiet dreame-lok.

Sims wier Jins soarch in pleach, Jins ljeafde in jok—
Nea twiivlen Jy, Jins hert hat nea binide;
Sa rêst dizz’ dei hwet út fen bann’ger tiden,
In blide lins, in skoft fen oantins-lok.

Ja, ’t libben easke krêft fen Jo, dy’t hiel
Allinne yn wide romten stridend stiene,
Fen neat skewield, de iens’mens as Jins diel.

Mar hwet Jins warbre hannen diger diene,
Jins bern forjit it ninter; yn syn siel
Bliuwt al Jins soarch yn oantins fêst foriene.