{"id":300258,"date":"1971-01-01T00:00:52","date_gmt":"1970-12-31T23:00:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/dbnl\/gedichten-44\/"},"modified":"2021-06-04T13:46:00","modified_gmt":"2021-06-04T12:46:00","slug":"gedichten-44","status":"publish","type":"dbnl","link":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/en\/dbnl\/gedichten-44\/","title":{"rendered":"[Gedichten]"},"content":{"rendered":"
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‘k Liep vaak als jongeling op klompen tussen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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het wuivend graan, klaproos en korenbloem<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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omzoomden ‘t pad, ik zag de leeuw’rik stijgen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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loodrecht ten hemel. Zocht niet zo mijn ziel<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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te stijgen tot de troon van God? Maar ach,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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die gadeloz’ ontferming werd ik nooit<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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deelachtig, eenzaam bleef ik, en alleen:<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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je opa had als knaap al last van hooikoorts.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n

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Removos<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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\u2018Het zou al knap geweest zijn\u2019, zei mijn moeder altijd,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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\u2018als ‘t met de hand geschilderd was.\u2019 Het was<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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geschilderd met de voet, of erger nog,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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maar even goed kon je er niks aan zien, zo echt<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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die bloemen en die bergen. Ieder jaar kocht ze<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zo’n mapje kaarten weer, benieuwd te lezen met<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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welk lichaamsdeel de kunstenaar nu weer geschapen had.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n

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Dubbele plaatsbekleding<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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De jeugd is uitgevlogen, reilt en zeilt<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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op eigen wieken, slechts de ouwelui<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zijn thuis, met Adriaan en Bas, de pas<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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verworven hond om ‘t gat te dichten dat<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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ontstond toen ook mijn zusje kennis kreeg.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Godlof betrof ‘t een theoloog-in-sp\u00e9,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zodat wij nu met een geruster hart<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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weer kunnen ingaan tot ons heidens lief.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n

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Ons dorp<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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E\u00e9n asfaltweg maar, verder klinkerstraten.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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De Kinderkoning, die de kortgebroekte jeugd<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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vergaf met zuurtjes. Toen we op de MULO zaten<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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bonden we Corrie op een tafel, en Reinier<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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aan ‘t werk! Je zag het ook wel eens<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dat ze het deden in de Kromme Elleboog.<\/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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