{"id":300043,"date":"1968-01-01T00:01:42","date_gmt":"1967-12-31T23:01:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/dbnl\/gedichten-van-hans-lodeizen\/"},"modified":"2021-06-04T12:38:24","modified_gmt":"2021-06-04T11:38:24","slug":"gedichten-van-hans-lodeizen","status":"publish","type":"dbnl","link":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/en\/dbnl\/gedichten-van-hans-lodeizen\/","title":{"rendered":"[Gedichten van Hans Lodeizen]"},"content":{"rendered":"
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ik die de morgen als een beker<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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vol gouden wijn met lange<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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teugen leegdrink en denk<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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aan korenvelden in de zon<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en de lange avonden van de boeren<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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ik die als een korenveld<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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voor de winter ben bewaard<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n

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Uit: Nagelaten Werk<\/p>\r\n

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er is geen groter zuiverheid<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dan die van de morgen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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er is geen langere liefde<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dan die van de glimlach<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n

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deze ochtend draagt de wind<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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kinderen op haar boezem<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en ontrafelt het lange windsel<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van haar schoot.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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wij liggen in kussens<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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uit te rusten, luisterend<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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naar trams die de borst<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van het licht verscheuren<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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over de rust der vogels<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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wiegende in een tak.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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wij willen naar het einde<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van de wereld gaan, daar<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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waar de mast breekt en de schepen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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schuin over de zee vallen,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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niet denkend aan morgen;<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dromend tegen de hemel.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n

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in het bos van<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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je handen ben ik verdwaald<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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in de ijskoude<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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droom ben ik gezonken, als<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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in een hotel ben ik beneden gekomen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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pas als de bocht<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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is bevroren in de spiegels van<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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je lichaam en de marmeren<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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vreugde van je haar<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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wegstroomt door de symmetrie<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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die in de tijd hangt<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zal de pendule van mijn vragen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de lijn van je benen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de donkere witte buik<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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je ogen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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ik wil een wereld van<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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het groen en de klaver van de oude wijsheid<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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staan rechtop in de lucht als mannen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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hoe dikwijls niet<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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als de nacht was voorbij gegaan<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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