{"id":298502,"date":"1959-01-01T00:02:12","date_gmt":"1958-12-31T23:02:12","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/dbnl\/chr-j-van-geelgedichten\/"},"modified":"2021-06-04T11:47:29","modified_gmt":"2021-06-04T10:47:29","slug":"chr-j-van-geelgedichten","status":"publish","type":"dbnl","link":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/en\/dbnl\/chr-j-van-geelgedichten\/","title":{"rendered":"Chr. J. van Geel\r\n\r\nGedichten"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\r\nChr. J. van Geel<\/i>\r\n\r\n
\r\nGedichten<\/h3>\r\n\r\n

\r\nEen zomerdag<\/i>\r\n<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nBoven de zee rust hitte, wind gewonden om de zon.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nStraisvaiens die van oppervlakte leven,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\ngeen golf wiegt, stiand helt<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\ntot diep in zee.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nMos als beschuit, verschroeide hei,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\niedere spriet is breekbaar,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nhet duin een breed fornuis.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nHier is de broedplaats, takken in elkaar gehaakt.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nManshoge brandnetel slaapt tussen grijze<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nverdorde armen, dun dood sparrehout.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nLibellen paren een snel ogenblik,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nbidden in zwermen, zetten zich, doorzichtige<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nstrikken,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nop taktoppen, zelf dode takken.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nZand wil bloed drinken,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\ntraag als de zee, de donkere spiegel,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\neen huid om instincten, een harnas van de dood,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\ntentdak waaronder droom het beleg van een stad<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nschildert, een schelp, een ooghoek voltooit.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n

\r\nIJselmeermug<\/i>\r\n<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nAlles wat zich los maakt haakt naar leven.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nUit de stengels van het rieten dak<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nvliegen als de deur sluit met een klap<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nlange muggen, druppels, pijltjes glas, die<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\neen voor een, snel, zoals valschermmannen<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nspringen, oplossen, verdampen in het licht.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n

\r\nSchuine spreideik<\/i>\r\n<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nDe eiken leven van de lucht,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nmaar tegen wil en dank,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nhun huid, hun schors vol rimpels<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nals stroming in rivieren,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nen hun vertakkingen vol levend groen<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\ntoch schaars in blad als eiken past,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nin elke tak een hang<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nde aarde te bereiken.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n

\r\nNacht tussen hout<\/i>\r\n<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nStilte beweegt zoals een kind dat roepen wil niet<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nroept<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nHangende armen zijn de takken,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nbladeren hangen langs de bomen.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nOneindig wijd als paarden slapen<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nslaapt iedere stam rechtop.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nIk hoor een enkele opgeschrikte vogel,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nhet klagen van de zee<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nen het zacht stampen van motoren,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nvissers op zee op tillende golven.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nBos overdag is maar een vlies van kleur,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\neen veer van de mond geblazen.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nNacht graast met warme lippen.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n

\r\nOntmoeting<\/i>\r\n<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nEen boom, een dichtgevoegde stam,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nhij groeide wijd en snel in blad,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nzijn takken spreidden boven mij<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nen vingen licht, groen sloeg de zon,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\ngroen slonk tot wintertakken in.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n

\r\nBetrokken dag<\/i>\r\n<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nWiegend staan de bloemen gesloten<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nin de regen, ogen om de vogels<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nte doen schrikken nijpen ze tot<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nlippen toegespitst tot zoenen,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nmonden dicht over een verborgen zon.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n

\r\nWandelen<\/i>\r\n<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nIk loop onder de kleine<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\ndoor wortels tot trossen gebonden,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\ndoor klimop voorovergebogen bomen,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nhet dunste eenvoudigste bos,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nwaar ‘s ochtends een zon als een groene roos stijgt,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\ndie ‘s avonds vuur morst.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nVan een zo grote pracht de schoonheid,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\neindelijk september, wolken, sterren, niets.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>
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