{"id":301142,"date":"1980-01-01T00:01:19","date_gmt":"1979-12-31T23:01:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/dbnl\/willem-jan-ottendrie-gedichten\/"},"modified":"2021-06-04T14:22:46","modified_gmt":"2021-06-04T13:22:46","slug":"willem-jan-ottendrie-gedichten","status":"publish","type":"dbnl","link":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/en\/dbnl\/willem-jan-ottendrie-gedichten\/","title":{"rendered":"Willem Jan Otten\r\nDrie gedichten"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Drie gedichten<\/h3>\r\n\r\n
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Moeder werkelijkheid<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Het geschrokte ontbijt, de dreun matineus<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Van de deur, de reis in bewasemde bussen –<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Dit is mij tot dusver bespaard. Ik blijf hier,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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En schraap met een stokje nacht uit mijn oren,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Ondankbaar, alsof in mijn slaap een oom<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Vergif heeft vergoten. Werkelijkheid,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Werkende moeder, laat mij niet achter,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Spaar me je kus terloops in de gang –<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Zonder jou hoor ik niets dan gekras,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Mijzelf, verraderlijk nabij, in mijn oor.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Niets verbeeld ik mij – niet zonder jou.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n
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Een avond achter de avond<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Breng nu de staande schemerlamp.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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De avond is een id\u00e9e fixe. Op dit gazon<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Zijn wij wat is. Wij raken verwikkeld<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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In lussen muskieten, de duisternis<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Ontlokt ons speculaties over duisternis.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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De wereld reikt niet verder dan de kring<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Waarin wij zitten. Buiten, in de keuken,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Ontkurkt de butler een cognac. Boven<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Moeten sterren zijn die \u00e9en voor \u00e9en<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Verslonden worden door een wolkendek.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Eeuwigheid wordt denkbaar bij de gratie<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Van een tijdig wolkendek. Wij rekken<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Het moment en spreken uit: voorgoed.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Wij wentelen wat met onze glazen,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Pratend in een kegel zachtgeel licht<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Waarbinnen het niet waait, waarbinnen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Als het denken staakt een stilte valt,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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De eerste druppels, kringen in cognac.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n
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Tekst op ansicht<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Lief, ik logeer hier<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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In een biezen kistje.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Er spoelen woorden langs,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Verhitte berichten,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Niet te verstaan.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Ontbeten. Houvast gezocht<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Bij kranten van gister<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Als Cubanen aan land gesmakt.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Commentaren gespeld,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Geen komma te min: afstand<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Bezorgt me de angst van de man<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Op de maan: vergeten te worden<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Omdat op aarde de aarde zal vergaan.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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De cheques geteld, nogmaals<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Mijn paspoort betast, me verscholen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Achter opwaaiend wereldnieuws.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Straks ben ik er weer. Bij ons<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Is alles anders. Daar ruiken<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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De kranten naar fietstas.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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De plof in de gang is er stipt,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Valt samen, geen minuut over tijd,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Met het plofje der apokalyps.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div><\/div>
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