{"id":300973,"date":"1979-01-01T00:00:12","date_gmt":"1978-12-31T23:00:12","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/dbnl\/marko-fondsezes-gedichten\/"},"modified":"2021-06-04T14:18:33","modified_gmt":"2021-06-04T13:18:33","slug":"marko-fondsezes-gedichten","status":"publish","type":"dbnl","link":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/en\/dbnl\/marko-fondsezes-gedichten\/","title":{"rendered":"Marko Fondse\r\nZes gedichten"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Zes gedichten<\/h3>\r\n\r\n
Voor Paul Hugenholtz –\r\n
die me weer bij mezelf terugbracht<\/blockquote>\r\n\r\n
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En gij, kunt gij?<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Ik kliederde van ‘t aldagsleven<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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een kaart in kleur van meet af aan;<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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ik wees in vleesgelei de scheve<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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gelaatshoek van de oceaan.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Ik las de roep van nieuwe lippen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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waar die in blikken schubben school.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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En gij<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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kunt gij een nachtlied pijpen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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aanblazend op het stadsriool?<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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(1958 – 1978)<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n
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De dwaas en het kristal<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dat mint uzelf en schaamt u niet<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dat het om eigen pijn vergeet<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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het zo veel groter wereldleed –<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zeg mij, verfijnd kristal van smart,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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waarom uzelf zozeer verhard<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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als gingt gij aan de straffer hand<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van zoveel koeler diamant?\u2019<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Ik ben in smart nog niet volmaakt<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en deug voor hoger doel niet eens<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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‘t onnozelst kwart halfedelsteens.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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in mij van godlijkheid geen zweem –<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en gun mij dat in zwaarder druk<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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ik aan die laagheid mij onttijg<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en stijg en, flonkerende, zwijg.\u2019<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Volschone knaap die door het straattumult<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zo wijs ter been u rept en in uw mededogen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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die ooit een ziel tot puurder gloed bewogen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van ons ontgoocheld zijn en de belaagde zinnen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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smeken wij, u voorbij, tot nog weer hoger machten<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en ons, ontdaan van ‘t schandelijke eelt<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Ik ook wel. Maar wat nukkig<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Over dit hoofdstuk\/artikel<\/h3>\n

Marko Fondse<\/a><\/p>\n

4 maart 1977<\/a><\/p>\n

maart 1977<\/a><\/p>\n
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