{"id":301430,"date":"1984-01-01T00:00:07","date_gmt":"1983-12-31T23:00:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/dbnl\/pierre-h-duboisgedichten\/"},"modified":"2021-06-04T15:05:50","modified_gmt":"2021-06-04T14:05:50","slug":"pierre-h-duboisgedichten","status":"publish","type":"dbnl","link":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/en\/dbnl\/pierre-h-duboisgedichten\/","title":{"rendered":"Pierre H. Dubois\r\n\r\nGedichten"},"content":{"rendered":"
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In de zwarte mijn<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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In de zwarte mijn der vernietiging<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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daal ik dagelijks af<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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door de poorten van ieder ding<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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waar ik nooit om gaf<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Mijn zwerfblik is sleutel tot<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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het magnetisch geheim<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van het niet te ontcijferen slot<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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uit zaad en geboorteslijm.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Geduld. Straks zink ik verblind<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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in de flitsende nacht van de schacht,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dan is ook m\u00edjn moment<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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eindelijk volbracht.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Het ene<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Vanaf een verdieping, de negende,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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(zonder te zien)<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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noteert mijn blik in de verte<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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wat voorbijgaat, wolken, trams, auto’s,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dichterbij vogels,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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in struiken de onzichtbare wind.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Omgekeerd evenredig<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zwelt verleden aan, krimpt toekomst in<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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behalve dat ene<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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door geen kernfysicus benoemd<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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door geen priester bezworen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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door geen filosoof verklaard<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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almachtig<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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volmaakt onaantrekkelijk<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Niets.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n
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Wachten<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Wanneer hij komt om mij te laten gaan<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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is niet bekend. De zomerlucht is open,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de hemel blauw. Gulzige periscopen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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tasten de lijnen af van mijn bestaan.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Maar de contouren van wat komt zijn vaag.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Mijn beeld van het verleden gaat verbleken<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en ik moet wachten op het eerste teken<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dat antwoord geven kan op deze vraag.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Ik heb het zelf niet langer in mijn macht.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Wel kan ik achter mij de deuren sluiten<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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als ik dat willen zou, maar eenmaal buiten<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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kan geen mij zeggen wat mij verder wacht.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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En mij verzetten is een loos verweer<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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als hij niet komt om het te openbaren<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en mij de raadsels nader te verklaren<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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waartegen ik, hoe lang al, protesteer.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Maar dat is slechts een aanklacht tegen \u2018X\u2019,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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ik wist het lang voor hij het zeggen zou;<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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al was van het begin mijn wereld blauw,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zij werd altijd omsloten door de Styx.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Wanneer hij komt om mij te laten gaan<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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is niet bekend. In de avondhemel glanzen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de verre sterren aan de vreemde transen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Maar ik – ik kan hier niet vandaan.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n
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Betrekkende zomerlucht<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Het licht boven zee slaat dicht –<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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lach die ineens verstrakt.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Schemer valt over het dak-<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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terras waar zij slapend ligt.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Haar sluimerrood gezicht<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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– toevallig in medias res –<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Maar het teder bewegend juweel<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van de klokkende appelkeel<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zegt meer dan wimpergetril<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Als ik het weer opnieuw zou moeten doen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en dan een wens, zoals het is in sprookjes<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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die in vervulling gaan, zou mogen uiten –<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dan zou het zijn opnieuw met jou<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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‘t geluk dat ons alleen was toegestaan<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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achter gordijnen van verdriet en pijn<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dat telkens als ik je verdriet gedaan<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en van je dwaalde – eenzamer dan ooit<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Penelope verried –<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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er nu een lijfwacht om mij heen zou staan<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en van mij weren zou wat jou bedreigt,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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opdat ik jouw gezicht zou blijven zien<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zoals ik het nu zie, zo weerloos<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en zo kwetsbaar, en zo schoon.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>
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