{"id":301609,"date":"1985-01-01T00:01:11","date_gmt":"1984-12-31T23:01:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/dbnl\/ed-leeflanggedichten\/"},"modified":"2021-06-04T15:06:52","modified_gmt":"2021-06-04T14:06:52","slug":"ed-leeflanggedichten","status":"publish","type":"dbnl","link":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/en\/dbnl\/ed-leeflanggedichten\/","title":{"rendered":"Ed Leeflang\r\n\r\nGedichten"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Werkcoup\u00e9<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Besneeuwde velden zijn de wereld zelf.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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De zwarte hekken sluiten niets meer af.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Tot suikerbeesten eten paarden zich<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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waarna de bakker ze komt halen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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O palmen van de boerenkool.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Magere haas, golfplaat van eterniet,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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contour die slingert, sierend niets<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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voorbijschiet en ontroert.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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De reigers vasten, maraboes<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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mijn stiltes trouw gebleven<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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in menselijk teveel. Tellen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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houdt op. Roestende emmer, half bedolven<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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steekt schuins zijn hengsel uit<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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naar het gewapend riet.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Houwdegens posten in de leegte<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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het liefste bij verdriet.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Plastiek van een tekenaar<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Snel kneedde je dat portret,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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kop die wel hersens hebben moet.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Het zwevend tekenen van de libel<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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beweegt onder die bronzen baskenpet.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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De wenkbrauwen de zonneschermen,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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een snor markies over de mond<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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om tegen inkijk te beschermen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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wat een door drank verlamde tong<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van de al sidderende wereld vond.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Geen lijf heeft dit gezicht<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dan windgevoelig en langbenig.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Je vingers werkten in hun liefde<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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haast te lenig, maar hebben<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zijn beschaamde blik, schuin dalend<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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in de grond, nog net op tijd naar<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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wat daar is en nog gebeuren moet<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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gericht.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n
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Grensverkeer<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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In maartse nacht, tussen het kruim<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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is beest geland op bord, engel des heren<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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met glazen vleugels, groener<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dan onschuld zelf, op dunne stelten<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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voortgestapte relikwie van levend schuim.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Twee lange sprieten zoeken af. Rekken wij zo<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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naar antwoord, ach wij breken.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Hij tast naar mijn gedachten<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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of wil meer van mijn stilte weten.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Wenkt witte vlag, schudt vuist verbeten<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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of smacht hij tot het uiterste?<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Ik zie hoe zijn antennes maaien.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Een mond vol tanden is een teken.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Vraagt hij of hij al sterven moet,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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ik kan zijn dood zijn door te zwaaien.<\/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

Ed Leeflang<\/a><\/p>\n
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