{"id":301481,"date":"1984-01-01T00:00:41","date_gmt":"1983-12-31T23:00:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/dbnl\/rogi-wieggedichten\/"},"modified":"2021-06-04T15:06:06","modified_gmt":"2021-06-04T14:06:06","slug":"rogi-wieggedichten","status":"publish","type":"dbnl","link":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/en\/dbnl\/rogi-wieggedichten\/","title":{"rendered":"Rogi Wieg\r\n\r\nGedichten"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\r\nRogi Wieg<\/i>\r\n\r\n
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Mijn moeder was nooit<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de dame uit een wit sprookje,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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die vlinders op haar schouders<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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droeg, of brood bracht aan de duivel.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Zij gaf mij in de ochtend een kus<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en waarschuwde niet te vergeten<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dat alles wel voorbij zou gaan.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Er waren een tafel, wat kaarsen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en een brood.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Mijn ouders liepen nader,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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herrezen uit de dood.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Er waren twee gezichten<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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heel dicht bij elkaar.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Zij lagen op een bed<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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gemaakt van mensenhaar.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Er sprong iets op,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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ik weet niet wat het was.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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En hoorde hoe mijn vader<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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een novelle las.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n
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Regen vertelt niet<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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of het voor of na de middag is.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Zo ook is de taal niet genoeg<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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om een mensenbestaan te doorgronden.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Waarom wij allen tot sneeuwbloesem<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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worden, schuilt misschien nergens waar<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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wij ooit zullen komen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n
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Ik had een vriendje,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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hij woonde op de hoek<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van onze straat in een<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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groot huis.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Hij droeg een dikke bril<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en vroeg iedere keer waaraan<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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mijn vader was doodgegaan.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Maar mijn vader was niet<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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doodgegaan, hij kwam altijd<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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‘s avonds thuis in een rode Renault.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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In hun grote huis<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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heb ik nooit een man gezien<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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alleen donkere meubelen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en glas.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n
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Mijn vader las iets voor,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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een Hongaars gedicht.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Ik luisterde en zag<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zijn ogen de regels volgen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Hij kon niet verder, mijn moeder<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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nam het over.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Avond was het, de lichten waren<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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gedoofd en de binnenplaats was verlaten.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>
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Over dit hoofdstuk\/artikel<\/h3>\n

Rogi Wieg<\/a><\/p>\n
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