{"id":301348,"date":"1983-01-01T00:00:15","date_gmt":"1982-12-31T23:00:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/dbnl\/pierre-h-duboiszes-gedichten\/"},"modified":"2021-06-04T15:05:22","modified_gmt":"2021-06-04T14:05:22","slug":"pierre-h-duboiszes-gedichten","status":"publish","type":"dbnl","link":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/en\/dbnl\/pierre-h-duboiszes-gedichten\/","title":{"rendered":"Pierre H. Dubois\r\n\r\nZes gedichten"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Suite de la fuste<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Door een dreigend infarct<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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op wachtgeld gezet<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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liep ik gisteren als een kleine jongen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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over de markt in Aix,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en zie – wat zag ik daar?<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Negen schriften vol met gedichten<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van een andere kleine jongen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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die ik zelf geweest was,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en ik was z\u00f3 verrukt over het weerzien<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dat ik lachte als had ik ze<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zelf geschreven.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n
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Simone werd wakker in tranen,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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ze had haar tram gemist<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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haar tas verloren,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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ze lag alleen in een vijandig bed.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Ik heb haar een nieuwe tas beloofd<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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haar op de volgende tram gezet.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Zij keerde zich stralend om<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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op het achterbalkon.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n
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Een dienstertje in het hotel<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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met een wijnvlek over<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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haar halve gezichtje<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en een stem zo zacht en glanzend<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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als het edelst blinkend metaal.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Ik had een naam nodig<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en ik vroeg haar de hare<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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om aan haar te kunnen denken<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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op een dag dat ik mij<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zo’n stem herinneren wilde<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en een bedeesde glimlach –<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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ze zei: ik heet Patricia.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Maar ik noem haar Genevi\u00e8ve.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n
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Lieve Elisabeth,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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alles gaat goed op reis.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Soms word ik ‘s nachts wakker.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Dan komen er gedichten,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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heel andere dan ik gewend ben.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Ik schrijf ze maar op.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Misschien word ik een ander mens.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n
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Nu moet het maar gebeurd zijn<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dacht ik, half in slaap<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de andere helft luisterend<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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naar het nachtelijk geklater<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van de fontein.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Ik was eindelijk vrij, onbeschroomd<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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als ik nooit was geweest.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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In de tuin kraaide de haan<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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niet drie- wel tienmaal –<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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alle verraad was voorbij.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n

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De bomen\r\n
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Kon ik zo lang en onbeweeglijk leven als de bomen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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rondom dit oud hotel in deze tuin.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Zij dromen niet maar geven grond aan dromen:<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de eeuwen stromen langzaam langs hun kruin.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Breed is hun stam, door geen verschrikkingen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van oernatuur, zelfs menselijk geweld<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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ontsteld; een diepe laag van jaarkeerkringen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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lijkt monoliet en wordt niet meer geteld.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Wat hebben zij gekend? – Het keizerrijk<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en, lang voordien, godsdienst- en burgertwisten,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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tuimelden scharen in hun loden kisten.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Niet te ontkomen trekt de einder dicht.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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De bomen weten niet van dwalingen en haat,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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oorlogen, machthebbers en decreten.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Zij gaan z\u00f3 diep in de aarde met hun zaad<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dat zij allengs hun oorsprong zijn vergeten.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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En in die baaierd van geronnen tijd<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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waden hun wortels, aan vergaan ontvloden<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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in een onmetelijke eeuwigheid,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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gevoed door hen die leven, en die doden.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Kon ik zo leven als d’onsterfelijke bomen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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geen onderworpene, geen heerser, geen rebel.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Alleen een boom, geworteld in de aarde,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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machtiger dan de macht van het verklaarde,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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