{"id":300116,"date":"1969-01-01T00:01:09","date_gmt":"1968-12-31T23:01:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/dbnl\/23-gedichtenchr-j-van-geel\/"},"modified":"2021-06-04T13:44:54","modified_gmt":"2021-06-04T12:44:54","slug":"23-gedichtenchr-j-van-geel","status":"publish","type":"dbnl","link":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/en\/dbnl\/23-gedichtenchr-j-van-geel\/","title":{"rendered":"23 Gedichten\r\n\r\nChr. J. van Geel"},"content":{"rendered":"
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23 Gedichten\r\n
Chr. J. van Geel<\/i>\r\n<\/h3>\r\n\r\n

Kleuter<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Hij zet zich aan tafel<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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als achter een stuurrad<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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vol knoppen en handels<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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vol radar en lood.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n

Aan..<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Als trots een gek rechtop gaat,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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laat hem met rust, beloon hem,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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jij die op jouw manier<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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wegwijs je wegen kruipt.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n

Gedachten met de hond op wandelen gezet<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Wij hebben geest zoals wij honden houden,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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een hond om de gedachten te bepalen,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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een net van wegen dat wij voor de wereld houden,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dorps wegennet om ze te laten dwalen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n
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Droom<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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In prachtig fluwelen loverbezet<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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pak op feesten, rijkaard tussen rijken.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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In minder diepe slaap wakker, keuze<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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niet begrijpen voor dit dor papier,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dor blad buiten.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Rijkaard in gedachten,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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arm niet op zijn ongemak.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n

Beeld<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Ik zoek als slaaf een statig beeld<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dat blijk geeft van toegevendheid,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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een sprekend beeld in dienstbaarheid<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dat roerloosheid verslaat.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n

Diep in de duinen<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Hier waar het ruiterpad de schelpen kruist<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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staat IK geschreven in het gras met gruis.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n

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Gestorven zonder grond, in licht verzwegen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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droomde ik dat ik wakker schrok en schreef<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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op knie\u00ebn in het bed en dat de tuin<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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vol miereneters stond, de omgekeerde stem<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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het hart was van de tuin.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n
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Iedere druppel hunkert<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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het gevoel te mogen missen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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feller leven te ontgaan.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n

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Gewoon als ieder beest<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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belust op prooi, niets meer,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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niets minder –<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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wat zeggen wil: bekaf.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n

X X X<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Of hij een glas houdt op een aambeeld,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zo kwetsbaar –<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en dan heeft hij toch heel gewoon<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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gedaan.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n

Buiten<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Mijn landgoed is niet groter dan<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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mijn eigen huid, de omvang van<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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mijn schoen, de omvang van mijn vuist,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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ik gaf het namen in de kleur van regen,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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ik keek er dwars doorheen, vluchtige stof<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en zag de horizon, de lengte van<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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mijn armen, van mijn benen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n
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Mijzelf iets kostbaars en geraffineerds gegeven<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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om liefde te winnen, mij te tillen uit de tijd,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dat weggeschonken aan een ander moeite kost<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en langs dezelfde omweg kroont met onderscheid.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n

Sint die dage liechten ende werden lanc<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Een lege plek van langer licht,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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er kan mij vanuit sterren niets<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dan mij bereiken<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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om in het donker uit te kijken<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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op niets dan mij door niets dan mij verlicht.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n

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Naakt op een stoeltje zit<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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mijn ziel, zij zoekt<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zoekend naar achting<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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haar kunsten af te leren.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n

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Nauwkeurig bomen bekijken,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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takken tellen, knoppen schatten,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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in de ingewikkeldheid verzonken<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van het groeien – en ze kappen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n
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Banden<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Of niet genoeg of niets te weten<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van wie ik denk dat zij bepaalden,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van wie mij werkelijk bepaalde.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Ik trap de dekens zwetend wakker.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Nacht laat het eerste zonlicht los.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n

Kijken uit de slaap gered<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Ik kijk naar buiten met gesloten ogen,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de takken zijn er waar zij moeten zijn,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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aan bomen in de lucht.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Het labyrint,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dat ik mij toen ik jong was maakte, wijst<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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elk antwoord onveranderd naar zijn vraag<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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terug.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n

Luxe<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Nors, dor en geheimzinnig mooi<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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hapert de wind die vogels laag houdt.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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In stilte waar geen hond om komt<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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tel ik wat ik verspillen zal.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n

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De mist loopt met me op, de wind loopt mij vooruit,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de minste boom staat te berusten,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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het is de moeite niet te zijn vergeten wat<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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ik vroeger al vergat en toch is dit<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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wat ik bezit en mij omsluit en mij bezat.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n
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Voor wie dit leest<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Alles kan je doen geloven,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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alles wat je schrijvend zegt.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Moe van het geloof in regels,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van het niet te spreken krijgen,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zwijgen, lig ik in uw kijken,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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in mijn kamer in de schemer<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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met mijn kleren aan in bed.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Ieder kun je doen geloven<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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in de woorden die je zegt.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n

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Weg uit het oog van de cykloon gekropen,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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precies, ook dat verhoogt de stemming niet.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n

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Enkel languit liggend water<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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drink ik nu ik word verbrand.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n

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Droom vannacht: het boek<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de zee, de zee<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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het vlot.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>
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