LL-L "Vigil" 2005.06.10 (10) [E/LS]

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From: Ingmar Roerdinkholder <ingmar.roerdinkholder at WORLDONLINE.NL>
Subject: LL-L "Vigil" 2005.05.10 (06) [E]

My condolences

Ingmar

>> just now reached me to say that our sweet friend has passed on to where
>> many of her beloved ones have preceded her.
>
>I will never forget her.
>
>Yours,
>Reinhard/Ron

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From: Arend Victorie <victorie.a at home.nl>
Subject: Vigil

Op 't ende komp de veerman,
die d' aovertocht verzörgt.
Een berouwvol acsepteren,
stelt Hi'j slechts as börg.
t Leste lèvenswater,
vloeit weg in de lèvenszee.
't Schip dat brengt oe aover,
naor een nèie heilige stee.
En op die stee, mai'j rusten.
Zi'j kent daor gien geweld.
Vrèi van lasten, lusten,
die oe bi'j 't lèven zo hebt 'ekwelt.
Op 't ende  komp de veerman,
Hi'j nemp oe mit an boord.
Hi'j brengt oe veilig aover,
tut an de hemelpoort.
En op die stee, woi 'j 'eloutert,
reinigt deur 't löcht.
Op die stee, heerst vrede,
't is 't ende van oen tocht...

Friedliche Ruhe, Frau Freudenthal.

Arend Victorie.

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From: R. F. Hahn <sassisch at yahoo.com>
Subject: Vigil

Thanks, Ingmar and Arend, also those of you who wrote to me privately.

On behalf of everyone, I send condolences to all relatives and friends in
Germany, Canada and Australia, most of all to Clara's husband Heinz.

Kind regards,
Reinhard/Ron

Below:

(1) Arend's poem (above, in Low Saxon of Hogeveen, Drenthe, Netherlands) in
German-type transliteration

(2) Clara's favorite among her own poems (in Olland Low Saxon, followed by
my AS transliteration and English translation).

***
(1)
   Op 't Ende komp de Fährmann,
   die d' Aovertocht versörgt.
   Een Beroufoll akzepteren,
   stellt He slechts as Börg.
   'T leste Lävenswater,
   fluit weg in de Lävenssee.
   't Schipp, dat brengt u aover,
   naor een näie helige Stee.
   En op die Stee, ma 'e rüsten.
   Se kennt daor gien Gewält.
   Fräi van Lasten, Lüsten,
   die u be 't Läven so hebbt 'equält.
   Op 't Ende  komp de Fährmann,
   He nemp u mit an Boord.
   He brengt u velig aover,
   tüt an de Hämelpoort.
   En op die Stee, woi 'j 'eloutert,
   renigt döör 't Löcht.
   Op die Stee, heerst Fräde,
   't is 't Ende van uun Tocht...

***
(2)
   An de Küst

   vun Clara Kramer-Freudenthal
   (Oostermoond 1993)

   Wat een Greunen, wat een Bleuhen!
   Kiek doch, wo de Sünn hüüt lacht!
   Dusend lütte, bunte Blomen
   hebbt sik opdoon öber Nacht.

   Geel sünd Bodderbloom un Primeln,
   ok bleuht al dat Kalberkruut.
   Oh, wat seht uns Diek un Wischen
   in ehr Bleuhkleed smuck doch ut.

   Fliedig summt ok fuurts de Immen.
   Sünd bi jede Bleuh to Gast.
   Suugt sik vull un dreegt in'n Stock nu
   jümehr seute Nektarlast.

   Smucke Hüüs mit plegte Vörgoorns
   sünd een wohre Ogenfreid.
   Op den Heidefarst gans boben
   sitt de Dacklünen un fleit.

   Un ut Hamborg koomt veel Minschen.
   Goht spazeern op unsen Diek.
   Unse Küst is gor so scheun doch.
   De Notur mookt uns so riek.

   An de Grobens stoht de Wicheln,
   reckt de Kroon in't Hebensblau.
   Freden liggt bi uns an Diek hier
   fallt to Nacht gans sacht de Dau.

***
   An de küst

   vun Clara Kramer-Freudenthal
   (Oostermoond 1993)

   Wat eyn groynen! Wat eyn bloyen!
   Kyk doch, wou de sün huyt lacht!
   Dusend lütte, bunte bloumen
   hebt sik op-daan oever nacht.

   Geyl sünd bodder-bloum'n un prymeln,
   ook bloyt al dat kalver-kruut.
   Oh, wat seyt uns dyk un wischen
   in er bloy-kleyd smuk doch uut!

   Vlytig sumt ook vourts de immen.
   Sünd by jeyde bloyd' tou gast.
   Suugt sik vul un dreygt in d'n stok nu
   jüm er soyte nektar-last.

   Smukke huys' mit pleegte voer-gaarns
   sünd eyn ware ogen-vrayd.
   Op d'n hayde-varst ganss baven
   sitt de dak-luynen un vlayt.

   Un uut Hamborg kaamt veel minschen.
   Gaat spatseyrn op unsen dyk.
   Unse küst is gaar so schoyn doch!
   De natur maakt uns so ryk!

   An de gravens staat de wicheln,
   rekt de kroon in 't hevens-blau.
   Vreden ligt by uns an d'n dyk hyr,
   valt tou nacht ganss sacht de dau.

***
   On the Coast

   by Clara Kramer-Freudenthal
   (April 1993)

   How it's growing! How it's blooming!
   Just look how the sun is laughing!
   Thousand little, colored flowers
   Have come open overnight.

   Buttercups and primroses are yellow,
   and the chervil's blooming too.
   Oh, how pretty our dike and meadows
   look now in their blooming dress!

   Busily the bees come buzzing,
   visiting each flower in turn,
   drinking their fill of sweet nectar
   to return with the cargo to their hives.

   Pretty houses with well-tended front yards
   are a true feast for the eye.
   On the roof ridge way up there
   sparrows are sitting and whistling.

   Many people come from Hamburg
   going for walks on our dike.
   Our coast is ever so lovely!
   Nature gives us so much wealth!

   Willows all along the ditches
   point their crowns into the sky's blue.
   Peace dwells here along our dike.
   Dew falls gently in the night.

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