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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.

V.

Ik nim it moaije al laitsjend oan myn boarst,
Hwêrdet myn wei my nocht en blomte biedt;
Ik nim, en sjong in lang ûndogensk liet
Fen hwet myn siele as eindom easkje doarst.

Nea haw ik twiivle by myn kar: ik moast.
Hwet great en moai is, is fen my; ús ierd’
Mei fûgels, blomte en ljocht, mei ljeafde en liet,
’k Nim alles laitsjend oan myn ljeavjend boarst.

Hwet d’ earmen brea, hwet siken is it krûd,
Hwet klaeijing kâlden is en doarmers ’t ljocht,
It iennichst-need’ge, it moaije is it my—

Heil Ierde, Ljeafde, Ljocht! In hillich lûd
Hat my de wytging fen Jim miening brocht:
Sûnt is de nacht my dei, it âlde nij.