{"id":300292,"date":"1972-01-01T00:00:10","date_gmt":"1971-12-31T23:00:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/dbnl\/twee-gedichten\/"},"modified":"2021-07-08T10:53:22","modified_gmt":"2021-07-08T09:53:22","slug":"twee-gedichten","status":"publish","type":"dbnl","link":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/en\/dbnl\/twee-gedichten\/","title":{"rendered":"[Twee gedichten]"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Martie<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Martie –<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Het was nog op de laag’re school,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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jij was een jongen uit mijn klas,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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we waren ongeveer zo groot<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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als onze tas.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Ik had je nooit meer teruggezien,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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maar kwam je tegen op een dag,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en je herkende me meteen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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toen je me zag,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Martie.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Je wist nog alles heel precies,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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nog elke naam die ik vergat,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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je wist nog welke mooie griet<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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er vlechten had.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Je ogen straalden van geluk<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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toen jij dat aan ‘t vertellen was,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en toen zag ik ook jou terug,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zo klein en weerloos als je was,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Martie.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Je moest het doen met maar \u00e9en school,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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met maar \u00e9en stukje mooie tijd,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en daarna stond je plots’ling voor<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de werk’lijkheid.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Je hele leven was bepaald<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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voordat je zelf er iets van wist,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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je hebt het nooit omvergehaald,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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niet iedereen is extremist,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Martie.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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En wat je kind’ren zullen doen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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is \u00f3ok bekend, mijn jongenlief,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de zaken staan precies als toen,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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er is geen enkel perspectief:<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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want de regering gaat wel door,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en er verandert voor geen cent,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zolang jijzelf denkt dat je voor<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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een dubbeltje geboren bent.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n

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Diamanten bruidspaar<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Hij had andere verkering<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en heeft haar naar huis gebracht<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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na een feestelijke kermis<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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door de weiden van de nacht.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Wat er toen precies gebeurd is<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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werd ons nimmer toevertrouwd,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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maar ze trouwden na drie maanden<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en zijn zestig jaar getrouwd.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Toen hij als een goed verliezer<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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naar ‘t stadhuis ging met de bruid,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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hield zij steeds als camouflage<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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haar bos bloemen voor haar buik.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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En al zijn de ooggetuigen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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nu al dood of heel erg oud,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dat ze lachten in hun vuistje<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dat is iets wat men onthoudt.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Als er iemand nu zou vragen:<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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was er liefde in het spel?<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Ach, hij heeft haar nooit geslagen,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dus misschien een beetje wel.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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En ze hebben in die jaren<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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een bestaantje opgebouwd,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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wat niet iedereen kan zeggen –<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zestig jaar getrouwd.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Ze zijn bijna aan het einde<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van dat ene avontuur<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dat een nacht had moeten duren,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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maar al zestig jaren duurt.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Komt een kleinzoon met zijn meisje<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dan krijgt oma het benauwd<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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omdat ook d\u00ede generatie<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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weer voor zestig jaren trouwt.<\/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

Willem Wilmink<\/a><\/p>\n
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