{"id":301504,"date":"1984-01-01T00:01:00","date_gmt":"1983-12-31T23:01:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/dbnl\/margreet-buwaldagedichten-2\/"},"modified":"2021-06-04T15:06:14","modified_gmt":"2021-06-04T14:06:14","slug":"margreet-buwaldagedichten-2","status":"publish","type":"dbnl","link":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/en\/dbnl\/margreet-buwaldagedichten-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Margreet Buwalda\r\n\r\nGedichten"},"content":{"rendered":"
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In kleine jaarboeken ligt<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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heel gecomprimeerd mijn leven.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Wie kwam, en waar ik ging.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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De letters die de feiten<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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vatten in taal staan als wachters<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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voor alles er achter.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Zwijgen op papier dat geen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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ruimte laat voor leegte. Zodat<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dit leven voller lijkt<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dan het, dunkt mij, was.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Onzichtbaar<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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De foto laat een jongen zien<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van een jaar of tien. Er kwam een<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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telelens aan te pas – omdat<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de jongen hoog, en ver, in een<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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boom geklommen was. Zijn gezicht<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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in ‘t groen lijkt dichterbij gehaald.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Zacht streelt de zon zijn roodbruin haar.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Een zoon die naar een vader lacht –<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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beneden, op het pad. Vader,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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geen lens brengt hem nabij. Op hem,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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onzichtbaar, valt een ander licht:<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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een stille liefde straalt hem toe.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n
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De badweg:<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zonder einde of begin in<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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blond, zilt land.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Een vergeten uitgangspunt, lang<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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geleden,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dat vacantie heette. Vanwaar<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zonder paard<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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of wagen en geen mens die mij<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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wou dragen,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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ik liep: onbegrepen dagen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Klein tussen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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grote benen over klinker-<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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stenen naar<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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het vermeende paradijs waar<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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harde wind<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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scherp zand in bange ogen blies.<\/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

Margreet Buwalda<\/a><\/p>\n
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