{"id":301193,"date":"1981-01-01T00:00:43","date_gmt":"1980-12-31T23:00:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/dbnl\/harry-mesteromvijf-gedichten\/"},"modified":"2021-06-04T14:23:09","modified_gmt":"2021-06-04T13:23:09","slug":"harry-mesteromvijf-gedichten","status":"publish","type":"dbnl","link":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/en\/dbnl\/harry-mesteromvijf-gedichten\/","title":{"rendered":"Harry Mesterom\r\n\r\nVijf gedichten"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Een bruid in de winter<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Ze brandt haar vingers<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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aan een brief vol ijsbloemen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Zes splinters dringen in haar vel,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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wanneer ze het woord winter spelt.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Toch smelt ze nog wel –<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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als ze de ijspegels telt in haar schoot.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Dit is geen overwintering, maar meer<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de herinnering aan een koude zomer.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Nog speelt ze soms overspel met haar geliefde<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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sneeuwpop, als een non met de zoon van god.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Dooi<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Niets dat nog houvast biedt<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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aan wat van hogerhand zich<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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vastklampt aan tak, dakrand,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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onderpand, wat uitglijdt en<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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verdwijnt, verdampt. Duiven<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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drinken er intussen van, mussen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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baden zich erin alsof<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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het niets is, er ook nooit geweest<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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is, zelfs toen ik het zag al niet<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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meer was waaraan ik had gedacht,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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nog v\u00f3or de eerste sneeuw<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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gevallen was en ik een letter<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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op papier gezet had.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n
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Wind<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Droom van een bewogen foto,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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nagestaard<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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door pauwenogen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n
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Dorst<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Een hand op de tast<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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naar een glas,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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in spinrag verward.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n
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Was getekend<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Dit zou, bij wijze van spreken,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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ook een tekening kunnen zijn.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Iemand, gezien op zijn rug, zit aan tafel;<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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te schrijven, denk ik. Om hem heen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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is het helemaal donker.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Boven zijn hoofd brandt een lamp<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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in de vorm van een kroontjespen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Hoe die zomaar veranderen kan<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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in een mes is een raadsel.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Moet hij nu dus onder het mes,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Wie het weet mag het zeggen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Wie het waagt om over zijn schouder<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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een vluchtige blik te werpen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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op het oogverblindend papier<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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met wiens snavel hij schrijft –<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Over dit hoofdstuk\/artikel<\/h3>\n

Harry Mesterom<\/a><\/p>\n
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