Ut stiltme en stoarm

Chapter 82: VII.

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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.

VII.

As mêd de jountiid leit oer daujend gea
En ’t lânfolts nei de klinten teach, en tear
Oer d’ iepen mieden klinkt, forkleare en hear,
It silvren let fen stille jountiids-bea,

Den riis ik tankjend op fen ’t rûkend hea
En jow my nei it tsjerkje ta, dêr’t klear
It Angelus út weiklonk, God ta ear’,
En ’k wit, ’k bin lyts en dochs wier ’k greater nea.

En yn de hern’ dêr’t troch biskildre glês
It ljocht as bloed falt op in stien-blank krús,
Dêr knibblje ik del en stamm’rje in tankjend wird.

Him staette yn ’t hert de wrede wrâld hjar mês
En Hy forjoech ’t... En ’k longrje nei it thús
Dêr’t Him en hiel Syn foltsen heil bean wirdt.