{"id":298795,"date":"1961-01-01T00:01:08","date_gmt":"1960-12-31T23:01:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/dbnl\/gedichten-door-chr-j-van-geel\/"},"modified":"2021-06-04T12:02:27","modified_gmt":"2021-06-04T11:02:27","slug":"gedichten-door-chr-j-van-geel","status":"publish","type":"dbnl","link":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/en\/dbnl\/gedichten-door-chr-j-van-geel\/","title":{"rendered":"Gedichten door Chr. J. van Geel"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\r\nSneeuwval<\/i>\r\n<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nBomen houden hun knoppen dicht,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nKust<\/i>\r\n<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nZand leeft van waaien.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nDe bomen tonen van binnen de aarde<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nAan zee drinkt land,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nZee voltooit zee, golven lopen golven na,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nAchter de kust<\/i>\r\n<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nBinnenhaven<\/i>\r\n<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nkrulgevels buigen<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\ngevloerd, geschubde straat, zieltogend.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nAngstvallig houdt de wind zich weg.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\ninhalig steen.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n
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\r\nNachtwind<\/i>\r\n<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nBos, hek van takken, blote mist,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nde nacht trekt hemel schemer in<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nen bliksem van de eiken.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nWind waait om te bereiken,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nniemand bewaakt de wind.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nWanhoop van de zieltogende<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nen hoop strompelt, vervlogen, vliegt<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nde bitse wind na.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>
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Over dit hoofdstuk\/artikel<\/h3>\n

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