Ut stiltme en stoarm

Chapter 78: III.

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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.

III.

Ik bin de frjeon fen de swiermoed’ge Prins
Dy’t tinzenleas fier doarmet nêst it wiet,
Dêr’t menn’ge stoarm oermoedich âljend stiet,
En ’t skom-wiet spat, al-ivich, sûnder lins;

Dy’t sliepleas rêst, safaek de deitiids-grins
De swarte nacht fen bleke jountiid skiedt,
En dreamend sjongt in al to frjemd fortriet
Fen fiere langsten, sûnder doel en tins;

Dy’t húvret oer syn kliene lea, safaek
Mei eage-ljocht fen fjûr en rou gelaek
It reade minster fen de hertstocht riist;

’k Bin frjeon fen de swiermoed’ge Prins, hwaens each,
Hjel-blau en drôf, to djip yn ’t hert my seach
En my yn greate ljeafde en twivel tiist.