{"id":300130,"date":"1970-01-01T00:00:03","date_gmt":"1969-12-31T23:00:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/dbnl\/gedichten-33\/"},"modified":"2021-06-04T13:45:03","modified_gmt":"2021-06-04T12:45:03","slug":"gedichten-33","status":"publish","type":"dbnl","link":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/en\/dbnl\/gedichten-33\/","title":{"rendered":"[Gedichten]"},"content":{"rendered":"
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De dichter<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Wie is er zo lief als een dichter?<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Hij wijst je niet slechts op je fouten,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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hij leert je ermee te leven<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en spelen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Er is altijd hoop, zegt de dichter.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Een houten been is een reden<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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het bos doorlopend dankbaar te wezen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Ook een blinde gelooft in stuiters.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Ik zie als ik spreek, zegt de dichter.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Kijk, ik voorspel je de toekomst:<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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een beter gebruik van woorden.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n

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Zomeravond<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Gelach tussen de struiken van het plantsoen:<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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wie niet horen wil moet voelen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Mijn hond let op heel andere dingen dan ik<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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omdat hij snuffelt en bijna niet kijkt.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Waarom heb je mijn brieven niet beantwoord?<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Het was warm, kil, winderig, regenachtig.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Van sommige dagen heb ik hartstochtelijk gehouden.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Ik kon geen afscheid van ze nemen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Ik zag ze gaan, zoals je een vrouw ziet weggaan,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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of naar de trein brengt, haar koffer voor haar draagt,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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een tijdschrift voor haar koopt, haar nawuift<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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op een perron waar je alleen komt te staan.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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In de verlaten straat drie lange jonge negers<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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die mij wel zien maar niet doodslaan.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Geparkeerde auto’s in ‘t licht van de lantarens:<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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lege zitplaatsen in ontzenuwde carosserie\u00ebn.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n

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Revolutie<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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De moedermond slaakt gefluisterde reuzen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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De mensheid slaakt grote bladzijden om:<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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donderend geritsel begeleidt onze schreden.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Speelkwartier:<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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in een hoek van het plein<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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wordt een jongen geranseld<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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door vroegere vriendjes<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en latere.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Wie wordt niet graag gedood<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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door de hand die zijn schaamdelen streelt?<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Het regent geld: de man valt neer<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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getroffen door een dollar (roebel)<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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die te hard is aangekomen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Ik stel je voor aan de zon, een vriendelijke baas<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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die paal en perk stelt aan geluk,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de droge knal waarin al ons gefluister<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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wordt samengebald.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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De duif valt uiteen in<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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geroep moed bloed roet.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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De afgrond wordt met bloemen gevuld.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Wie zijn vrouw leefheeft spaart de roede niet.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n

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

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