{"id":299831,"date":"1967-01-01T00:00:43","date_gmt":"1966-12-31T23:00:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/dbnl\/gedichten-van-a-roland-holst\/"},"modified":"2021-06-04T12:35:45","modified_gmt":"2021-06-04T11:35:45","slug":"gedichten-van-a-roland-holst","status":"publish","type":"dbnl","link":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/en\/dbnl\/gedichten-van-a-roland-holst\/","title":{"rendered":"[Gedichten van A. Roland Holst]"},"content":{"rendered":"
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De nevel trok op, en verdween.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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daar,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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waar pas nog niets te zien was dan alleen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zand, stonden weer – groot, diep – vlak langs zijn hand<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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diezelfde voetstappen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Geen wind, het strand<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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was leeg, stil lag de zee. Was er gevaar?<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Nooit had hij welk gevaar ook, zoo gevreesd.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Wie was er door de nevel langs geweest?<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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die dubbelganger weer? als kort tevoren?<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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weer was er niets te hooren<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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geweest. –<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Geslapen had hij niet. Toch, groot, vlakbij,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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stonden die voetstappen. De wreedaard was<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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ook nu weer doorgeloopen, al had hij<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zeker terloops naar hem gekeken: prooi<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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die hem niet zou ontgaan.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Zijn hart werd asch<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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bij de gedachte dat nu ook de dood<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dit niet meer kon voorkomen, want<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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die eerste, die gezworen oervijand<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zou hem niet nog eens sparen,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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maar – snelle lange slang – tot hem invaren,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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om – eenmaal binnen – hem, hoog uit de wrong<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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der onbewogen kronkels, aan te staren<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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uit oogen vlak boven de gretige tong.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n

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De getemde<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Eens lag een leeuw met haar te spelen:<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de welige lenige genoot<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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haar lijf aan lijf met lust en dood,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de klauwen, hun gevaarlijk streelen,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en in haar halsvleesch tong en tanden<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de warme prooi al proevend, heet<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van adem, de fatale beet<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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nog ingehouden – en haar handen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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wild in zijn huid.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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wentelt en hunkert haar wulpsch vleesch<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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naar wonden en het late feest<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van langzaamaan te zijn verslonden<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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met huid en haar.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Zoo is ‘t geweest –<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Sinds lang al is zij echtgenoote:<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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met oogen wijd opengesperd<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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weet zij niet, waar zich te verschuilen –<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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buiten? maar het motregent er. –<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n

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Bevrijd<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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de hoek om – het praalgraf<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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luid zingend en bekaaid –<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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op weg naar waar geen wegen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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meer heengaan.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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