{"id":298196,"date":"1957-01-01T00:03:03","date_gmt":"1956-12-31T23:03:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/dbnl\/elf-gedichtenvan-geel\/"},"modified":"2021-06-04T11:39:16","modified_gmt":"2021-06-04T10:39:16","slug":"elf-gedichtenvan-geel","status":"publish","type":"dbnl","link":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/en\/dbnl\/elf-gedichtenvan-geel\/","title":{"rendered":"Elf gedichten\r\n\r\nVan Geel"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Elf gedichten\r\n
Van Geel<\/i>\r\n<\/h3>\r\n\r\n

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\r\nIK zag die najaarsdag een meisje<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nslapen op een ronde tafel.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nIk zag het toen ik langs de straat<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\neen houtblok sleepte en bij wijze<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nvan rust naar binnen keek. Zij leek<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\neen muzelman in ‘t stof gebogen.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nIk zag de rimpels om haar ogen,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nhet oor, bloot tussen hals en bleek<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\ngezicht, haar handen waar haar haar<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nop viel plat op het tafelkleed.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\n… en nog slaapt die ik wacht.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nDe vloeren zwijgen en<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nDe planten door de wind gedroogd,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nIedere nacht met u alleen,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nbij onweer slaap ik in.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nOpen uw vingers een voor een<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nEEN ochtend vroeg, heel vroeg. Een vogel fluit.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nEen grijs licht schroeit de toppen. Waar wij lopen<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nde glooiing van de heuvelkom. Nergens<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\neen open plek om in de wind te vechten.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n

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\r\nHet ziet er van de doden wit,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\neen bleke huid van berkenbos,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\neen meisjesschool met haren los<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nhet duin afrennend wie-het-eerst,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\neen knippapieren kinderfeest,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\neen nonnenspiegel, een gewas,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\npluim, toom, tuig, paard en rinkellast,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\neen tent, een hele tentenstad,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\neen grafsteen met een schoorsteengat,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nhet tuiltje dat het zeggen moet,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\neen schaduw zonder ondergoed,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\noase onder een pak sneeuw,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nPad<\/i>\r\n<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nKaal als wat jong is, ouder dan de eiken,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nzijn keel gespikkeld hulstblad waar zijn hart<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nin klopt, dat ook na jaren niet zijn nerf<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nlaat zien, maar grijs werd en zo zacht als verse<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nblaadjes die geleerden vergelijken.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nZijn rug chinees, zijn poten tand des tijds,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nvoor liefde ongeschikte korte armen,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\neen vleugel van geduld, een ster van spijt,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\neen ruiterlijke veinzer stil te zitten,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\neen vikingschip, een put, een gouden stoel.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nIk buk, hij maakt zich breder om te spreken.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nHij springt over mijn vinger op een teken<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nvan mij, en vreemd, ik denk, dat is geluk.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n

\r\nKerkhof in het bos<\/i>\r\n<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nHet bos is breekbaar, waar ik ga.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nIk wil niet dat de takken breken.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nIk denk aan het ontstaan van boombast,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nhet ingewikkelde vergaan<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nen hoor de wind uit zijden lucht<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nde takken breken, dorre droge<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nvanuit een groene zonbeschenen<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nlage in bos begraven wei.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n

\r\nMei<\/i>\r\n<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nPrachtig en langzaam bloeit de tuin,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nin jong gras ligt de stilte,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\neen handvol bloesem, een handschoen groen<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nbeweegt, de wind gluurt binnen,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nZij slaapt, een zwaan, een vlinder,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\ndoor blad hoor ik zijn voeten gaan.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n

\r\nDe liefde zegt…<\/i>\r\n<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nDe liefde zegt dat ik een jas moet zijn,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\neen harnas van gevlochten hout, een helm<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\neen lans, een ligend beeld slapend gestrekt,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nin mali\u00ebn gegespt, een schild van zij.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nDe liefde zegt dat ik als gras moet zijn,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nvan ‘t duin, een mond waar zij haar woord in legt.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n

\r\nDecember ’55<\/i>\r\n<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nEen boom alleen tussen de bomen,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\ntussen de boompjes, gras en grint.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\u00a0<\/div>\r\n
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\r\nBegin nu langzaamaan te komen,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\u00a0<\/div>\r\n
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\r\nik krimp ineen tot bijna wind,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\neen boomstrohuls, een wikkelblad,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\u00a0<\/div>\r\n
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\r\neen schors rondom een koker lucht,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\u00a0<\/div>\r\n
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\r\neen wortelstomp, een hol, een gat<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\u00a0<\/div>\r\n
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\r\nweg in de lucht gevlucht.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n

\r\nFebruari ’55<\/i>\r\n<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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\u00a0<\/div>\r\n
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\r\nReeds weken ligt de sneeuw met opgetrokken lippen<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\u00a0<\/div>\r\n
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\r\nte krimpen in de wind, te drogen aan zijn dorst.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\u00a0<\/div>\r\n
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\r\nHij sterft niet aan de dooi, hij sterft aan de vorst.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\u00a0<\/div>\r\n
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\r\nEr stuiven korrels van zijn huid om te gaan drinken.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n

\r\nNacht<\/i>\r\n<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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\u00a0<\/div>\r\n
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\r\nStil is de lucht en zonder einde.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\u00a0<\/div>\r\n
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\r\nAuto’s in de verte langs het kanaal brengen tot hier<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\u00a0<\/div>\r\n
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\r\nniets dan hun licht, hun ruisen,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\u00a0<\/div>\r\n
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\r\ngebrom wanneer de wind het wil.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\u00a0<\/div>\r\n
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\r\nTussen de wolken, plassen omgevallen inkt,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\u00a0<\/div>\r\n
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\r\nhangt op de donkere huid van de lucht een amulet<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\u00a0<\/div>\r\n
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\r\nzonder de dunste schakel van een keten.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\n‘t Vuurtorenlicht draait om zijn as.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\u00a0<\/div>\r\n
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\r\nVoor een maaimachine loop ik langs,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\u00a0<\/div>\r\n
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\r\nin moeiten deze regels in hun net te houden,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\u00a0<\/div>\r\n
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\r\nnaar huis, papier, een koe hoest in mijn vers,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\neen wit pluk hooi ligt als een dode hond –<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nslapende in het gras.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>
\n

Over dit hoofdstuk\/artikel<\/h3>\n

Chr.J. van Geel<\/a><\/p>\n
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