{"id":300875,"date":"1977-01-01T00:01:30","date_gmt":"1976-12-31T23:01:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/dbnl\/hans-van-de-waarsenburggedicht\/"},"modified":"2021-06-04T14:17:32","modified_gmt":"2021-06-04T13:17:32","slug":"hans-van-de-waarsenburggedicht","status":"publish","type":"dbnl","link":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/en\/dbnl\/hans-van-de-waarsenburggedicht\/","title":{"rendered":"Hans van de Waarsenburg\r\n\r\nGedicht"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Een harde steen naar binnen buigen\r\n
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soms huiverend, maar altijd<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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met de schepen mee<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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verdwenen de stranden<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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De zomers waarin vreemdtalig<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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sprekende badgasten<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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geamputeerd en nostalgies<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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het grijs van hun bunkers uitlegden<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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De winters waar blijvend<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zo dicht en herkenbaar is<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>
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Loop er voorbij, laat hem zitten<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Het is zijn Dode Zee, bewaakt<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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door liftende, blaffende soldaten<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Het zijn zijn bergen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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waar hij de grenzen legt<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van wonen, leven, slagschaduwen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Bitter van klimaat zijn kinderen uitlegt:<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de houten weg naar o.a. Golgotha<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de ijzeren weg naar o.a. Auschwitz<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Een voetreis naar Rome verminkt<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Prelaten en gelovigen tortuur beoefenen,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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verwonden, zout wrijven<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Waarschuwend wordt hij opgebroken<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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ochtendgloren vernielt de nacht<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Wind spoelt de traag op gang<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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komende stem van het water,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de reizen, de schepen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Je moet hem zien mompelen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Traag en kwaardaardig<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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slikken de letters zich weg<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>
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Liberiaanse vlaggen worden<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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