\n\u2019t Is net dat Stjerren \u00fas sa knoeit -
\nIt Libben - knoeit \u00fas mear -
\nMar Stjerren - is in oare wei -
\nIen oare-kant-de-Doar -<\/p>\n
It S\u00fadlik Br\u00fbkme - fan de Swel -
\nDy\u2019t ear\u2019t de Froast him meldt -
\nIn better Bridtegraad ferkiest -
\nUs soarte F\u00fbgels - bliuwt.<\/p>\n
De Klommers om de Boer syn doar -
\nOm waans \u00fbnwillich Krom
\nWy stykje oant Snie meilydsum tr\u00fant -
\nOp H\u00fbs oan, Fearren - kom<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
\u2019Tis not that Dying hurts us so -
\n\u2019Tis Living - hurts us more -
\nBut Dying - is a different way -
\nA kind behind the Door -<\/p>\n
The Southern Custom - of the Bird -
\nThat ere the Frosts are due -
\nAccepts a better Latitude -
\nWe - are the Birds - that stay.<\/p>\n
The Shiverers round Farmer\u2019s doors -
\nFor whose reluctant Crumb -
\nWe stipulate - till pitying Snows
\nPersuade our Feathers Home<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
F528 (J335). In eardere ferzje yn Emily Dickinson, Wetter, wurdt jin leard troch toarst<\/em>. Twaentweintich fersen oerset troch Klaas van der Hoek, Zoeterwoude 1999, \u2019t Is net dat Stjerren \u00fas sa knoeit - It Libben - knoeit \u00fas mear - Mar Stjerren - is in oare wei - Ien oare-kant-de-Doar - It S\u00fadlik Br\u00fbkme - fan de Swel - Dy\u2019t ear\u2019t de Froast … Fierder l\u00eaze