{"id":299486,"date":"1965-01-01T00:01:22","date_gmt":"1964-12-31T23:01:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/dbnl\/chr-j-van-geelacht-gedichten\/"},"modified":"2021-06-04T12:29:01","modified_gmt":"2021-06-04T11:29:01","slug":"chr-j-van-geelacht-gedichten","status":"publish","type":"dbnl","link":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/en\/dbnl\/chr-j-van-geelacht-gedichten\/","title":{"rendered":"Chr. J. van Geel\r\n\r\nAcht gedichten"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\r\nChr. J. van Geel<\/i>\r\n\r\n
Acht gedichten<\/i>\r\n<\/h3>\r\n\r\n

\r\nApril, vroeg<\/i>\r\n<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nLang voor de zon opkomt, in licht<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nnog nat van nacht, niet \u00e9\u00e9n geluid<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nhetzelfde, ziedend fluiten zij<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nelkander moord en doodslag toe,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nde veren die hun messen slijpen,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nde snavels die de zon aanvuren,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nde vogels die van licht bedaren.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nBouwdoos<\/i>\r\n<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nJe oogopslag ligt in een bouwdoos,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nje nagels, haren, en je stem;<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nvoorzichtig het spanen deksel in<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nde houten gleuven schuiven – dicht.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nNog even het plaatje bekijken<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nwaarop vijfmaal een ander huis<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nte bouwen van dezelfde stenen.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nZo bouwde ik nooit, naar tekening,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nmaar ook dit keer waren wij blij<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nmet een zorgvuldig opgeborgen<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nUil<\/i>\r\n<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nHeldere vriesnacht, heldere uil,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\npas veroordeeld tot geluk<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nals de zon in maanlicht schijnt,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nnet niet op, de maan niet onder:<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nvliegen met zijn prooi alleen.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n
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\r\nEen ster, drie paarden, een ster,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nvee, dat te ruste niet meer graast.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nVriendschap, aandachtig<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nop gelijke voet.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nDe meeuwen blaffen,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nde zee breekt aan<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nhet warmoes van de duinen,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nvoorzichtig roest de maan.<\/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\nOnderhout van ahorn ‘s nachts<\/i>\r\n<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nZuchten hoor ik als ik hem voorbij ga,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nsteunend staat hij blad af, grond<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nhoudt zijn voet omklemd.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nTe jong, te laag om<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nneer te zien op zijn groot blad in trots op<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nraadsels, zich in doodsgevaren te herkennen.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nGraf de grond, de lege tak vertakt.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nvoor Jan Ameling Emmens<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\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\nZeehond<\/i>\r\n<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nDe zee ligt voor hem, uit zijn grijze<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nonregelmatige wimpers kijkt<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nzijn blik naar mij opzij en dan<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nweer voor zich, ik sta stil en kijk<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nmet hem, zijn einder ligt mijn lengte lager,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\ner staat een branding in de zee,<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nlicht sneeuwt, ons kijken hangt er in.<\/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\nOude pomp<\/i>\r\n<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nOp zijn vermolmde voet heb ik<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nde pomp die brak rechtop gezet<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nnaast schaduw die zijn ongeluk<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nnu het ineens ging sneeuwen gaf.<\/i>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\r\nHeremiet<\/i>\r\n<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Over dit hoofdstuk\/artikel<\/h3>\n

Chr.J. van Geel<\/a><\/p>\n
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[p. 469] Chr. J. van Geel Acht gedichten April, vroeg \u00a0 Lang voor de zon opkomt, in licht \u00a0 nog nat van nacht, niet \u00e9\u00e9n geluid \u00a0 hetzelfde, ziedend fluiten zij \u00a0 elkander moord en doodslag toe, \u00a0 de veren die hun messen slijpen, \u00a0 de snavels die de zon aanvuren, \u00a0 de vogels die… Lees verder <\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","class_list":["post-299486","dbnl","type-dbnl","status-publish","hentry"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\nChr. J. van Geel Acht gedichten · Uitgeverij Van Oorschot<\/title>\n<meta name=\"robots\" content=\"index, follow, max-snippet:-1, max-image-preview:large, max-video-preview:-1\" \/>\n<link rel=\"canonical\" href=\"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/en\/dbnl\/chr-j-van-geelacht-gedichten\/\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"en_US\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" content=\"Chr. 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