{"id":301498,"date":"1984-01-01T00:00:54","date_gmt":"1983-12-31T23:00:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/dbnl\/vladislav-chodasevitsjgedichten\/"},"modified":"2021-06-04T15:06:12","modified_gmt":"2021-06-04T14:06:12","slug":"vladislav-chodasevitsjgedichten","status":"publish","type":"dbnl","link":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/en\/dbnl\/vladislav-chodasevitsjgedichten\/","title":{"rendered":"Vladislav Chodasevitsj\r\n\r\nGedichten"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Onderaards<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Waar stank en vuil de grond vergoren<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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staat, in de lucht van carbolzuur<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en aan de tegelwand verloren,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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hij met zijn stekelig postuur.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Zijn ganse lijf staat licht te zwaaien,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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hij kijkt niet om, verzet geen pas,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en krampend schokt de verfomfaaide<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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elboog van zijn geklede jas.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Gaan er scholieren langs, soldaten,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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een werkman in zijn overall, –<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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tegen de wand genageld staat hij<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en draait met zijn verbeelding dol.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Hier schept hij en doet weer te niet<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zijn werelden van veil genot,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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terwijl uit haar belendend kot<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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een oude vrouw zijn doen bespiedt.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>
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Dan, door de deur die openkiert,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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schemeren kussens, stoelen, glazen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Nu komt zij, en men hoort getier<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van ruzie\u00ebnde stemmen razen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Dan drijft een gore opneemdoek<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de halfontzinde uit zijn hoek.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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En dan komt, langs de trap, de brede,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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vanuit het halflicht, diep beneden,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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met eerbare geklede jas,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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met bolhoed die eens mode was,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de oude, krom maar hoog, getreden<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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– als Hades’ schim – in de helle schijn<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van ‘t felle, koortsige Berlijn.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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En hoog de helle, pure schijn<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van zon in een azuurwoestijn.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Mijn woest verdriet, mijn woede ziedt,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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onstuitbaar stoot in vreemd gebied<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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mijn wandelstok op het graniet.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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‘t Kraakt en glijdt onder de voet.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Winden woeien, sneeuw kwam neer.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Wat een treurnis, goede God,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Here God, en wat een zeer.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Wel zeer valt uw wereld zwaar,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en ook Gij kent geen gen\u00e2.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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En waar dient die wijdte voor,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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als op aarde dood bestaat?<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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En geen mens die je verklaart,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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hoe in ‘s levens nedergang<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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je bij zwerven nog volhardt,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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huiveren, geloof en zang.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n

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Over dit hoofdstuk\/artikel<\/h3>\n

Vladislav Chodasevitsj<\/a><\/p>\n

Marko Fondse<\/a><\/p>\n
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