{"id":299463,"date":"1965-01-01T00:01:07","date_gmt":"1964-12-31T23:01:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/dbnl\/gedichten-18\/"},"modified":"2021-06-04T12:28:57","modified_gmt":"2021-06-04T11:28:57","slug":"gedichten-18","status":"publish","type":"dbnl","link":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/en\/dbnl\/gedichten-18\/","title":{"rendered":"[Gedichten]"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\r\nNot wisely, but too well<\/i>\r\n<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nToen Othello voor heel het Haagje – le tout<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nla Haye, in het zwart verzameld rond de baar –<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nzichzelf doorstak en op de dode Desdemona viel,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nwerd haar lichaam \u00e9\u00e9n ogenblik weer warm,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nen kronkelde op onder hem – heet en wellustig.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nHaar stem toen fluisterde zacht en hees: \u2018Kom,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nkom in mij, lieve Moor.\u2019 Toen bereed Othello<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nhaar nog eenmaal, in \u00e9\u00e9n enkele stervende seconde.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nMaar hij herinnerde zich haar naam niet meer, noch<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nhaar gezicht en stierf toen van pure schaamte.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nEen orkaan van bijval van heel het Haagje, maar<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nachter het doek een grote consternatie.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\n\u2018Hij is dood! Subliem! Schei uit, hij is werkelijk<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\ndood!\u2019 riepen stomverbaasd de acteurs.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\n\u2018Stop it!\u2019 schreeuwde nerveus de regisseur,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\n\u2018we spelen Shakespeare en geen Pirandello.\u2019<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\n\u2018Maar hij is werkelijk dood,\u2019 zei treurig Desdemona,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\n\u2018en zojuist heb ik nog zo zalig met hem gevree\u00ebn.\u2019<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n

\r\nRiekus Waskowsky<\/i>\r\n<\/p>\r\n\r\n

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\r\nSans teeth, sans eyes…<\/i>\r\n<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nToen in 1781 het paradijs<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\neindelijk te klein was geworden,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\n(er was al eeuwen lang kritiek op het werk<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nvan de totaal incompetente ballotagecommissie)<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\ndat de hele hemel in zijn vestzakje ging.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\n(God die zoals men weet<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nzelf niet groter is dan 1 m 23)<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nEn zo werden toen miljarden doden<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nminder dan het ritselen van een enkel blad,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nminder dan een glimlach.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n

\r\nRiekus Waskowsky<\/i>\r\n<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n

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\r\nNa het concilie<\/i>\r\n<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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\u2018Mais qui donc a tir\u00e9 l’univers de la nuit?\u2019<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nvroeg de dichter en hij keek streng de klas rond.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nEr viel een stilte en iedereen dacht aan Moos.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n

\r\nRiekus Waskowsky<\/i>\r\n<\/p>\r\n\r\n<\/div>

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

Riekus Waskowsky<\/a><\/p>\n
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