{"id":301128,"date":"1980-01-01T00:01:07","date_gmt":"1979-12-31T23:01:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/dbnl\/jacques-hamelinknegen-gedichten\/"},"modified":"2021-06-04T14:22:38","modified_gmt":"2021-06-04T13:22:38","slug":"jacques-hamelinknegen-gedichten","status":"publish","type":"dbnl","link":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/en\/dbnl\/jacques-hamelinknegen-gedichten\/","title":{"rendered":"Jacques Hamelink\r\nNegen gedichten"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Negen gedichten<\/h3>\r\n\r\n
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Tranen kregen bij jou geen kans.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Toen je broer, met zijn jas aan,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zachtjes huilend bij ons aan tafel zat<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en het nieuws niet meer verteld hoefde,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zag ik je je kaken op elkaar klemmen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Je was hard en wanhopig, leven<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dat zich vastklampt<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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aan de rotsrand.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n
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De feldgraue soldaten misprees je niet<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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(noch loofde je later de khakikleurige canadese),<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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ook zij waren maar gestuurd.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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En de verwaaide schildwacht kon, zodra hij<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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in de schuur aan de slag ging,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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een kop thee krijgen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Voor jou was het leven, z\u00f3<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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multiform, enkel vangnet<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dat allen opneemt en waarvan je wist<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dat het je zou laten vallen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zoals het je eens gered had.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n
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De roepduif was je favoriet,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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regenverkondiger, minzaam afzijdige lacher, familielid<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van de schicht die eens het olijfblad<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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uit het niets naar de ark vloog;<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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angeliek relikwie in een schrijn<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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in de tuin.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Door hem, voerspitter, waterpikker,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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begon je in plaats van protestants<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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iedere morgen met een katholieke eredienst.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n
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Het paradijs? Daar hadden ze Absoloms haar<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dat hing tot de heupen,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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haar getest aan de doorntak, het jouwe<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dat ik van jou had.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n
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Je gebit liet je trekken<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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in twee keer, zonder verdoving,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en je had nog haast alles.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Dat de tandarts tot het eind van de tortuur<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zijn kracht en zijn kalmte wist te bewaren<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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vond je, anders gierig met loftuitingen, buitengewoon.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Zo was je. Jouw verzet brak pas<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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in kussen en tranen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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toen je mijn kind werd.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n
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Het zwakke, het minderwaardige,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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het onbevruchtbare had nooit je voorkeur.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Jouw hang was naar de boom<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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in bloei, naar de volle stokroos.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Niet naar de natte herfststronk.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Jij hield alleen van leven<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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als het ontluikt<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en als het nog onweerstaanbaar is.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Leven dat als een vinkenslag<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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naar de keel welt.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n
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Als kind raakte ik niet in de ban<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van de nachtegaal, misschien je mooiste fantasia:<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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geheim virginaal dat zo zong<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dat wie het hoorde hartkloppingen kreeg.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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En later leerde ik hem slechts kennen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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als een onblusbaar literair sint-elmsvuur.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Pas vorig jaar, onder de bomen bij Arles,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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lang nadat de hobo zweeg van de houtduif,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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hoorde ik de dialogus miraculorum dan eindelijk zelf:<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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nachten aan een stuk, met geen steen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van campeurs meer tot zwijgen te brengen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n
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Langzaam geef je je geheimen prijs,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en niet dan langs een omweg. Wat wist ik<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van wat jou, zo doodnuchter, ter harte ging.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Ik versta je schemeruurtjes al veel beter.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Wie je was dringt nu pas door,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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wanneer ik luister hoe je meezingt, nooit<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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in een psalm en altijd<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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in de madrigalen van Monteverdi.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n
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Ik hoorde minder bij jou<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dan bij hem. Door zijn mond<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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sprak alles zich uit,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van de heraldische slang in de hof<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en de triomf van de regenboog<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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maakte de wereld rond.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Jij pookte de kachel op,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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sneed zwijgend brood aan je borst.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Jij had me niets te bieden<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dan dat hetgeen gold<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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onuitsprekelijk was, en dat geldt<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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tot in deze gegeven gedichten<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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die ik aan jou te danken heb.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div><\/div>
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