Ut stiltme en stoarm

Chapter 81: VI.

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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.

VI.

Myn eagen drage it ljocht fen moarn. Jim bern
Fen Fryslân’s pleatsen, rêstend mids de steat
Dy’t kening Simmer oer Jim grêften geat,
Forstean myn stim! Jim is hwet greats biskern.

Hwent yn de nacht seach ik in gielich read
Det ljochter waerd en dijde en woechs... En hen!
Yn poarpren dage is hiel it East forlern,
De iiv’gens riist en fen de nacht bliuwt neat.

Ik steande op himel’s koopren toer, sjuch mear:
It heitlân frij, de minsken bliid en rjucht,
De marren great en ljocht, de loften klear—

Ik bin in preester dy’t yn ’t iiv’ge sjucht,
En nearne is nacht noch nearens: Fryslân’s Hear
Is in wirkdiedich God dy’t wûnders docht.