{"id":301721,"date":"1986-01-01T00:00:34","date_gmt":"1985-12-31T23:00:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/dbnl\/jos-droesgedichten-2\/"},"modified":"2021-06-04T15:07:23","modified_gmt":"2021-06-04T14:07:23","slug":"jos-droesgedichten-2","status":"publish","type":"dbnl","link":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/en\/dbnl\/jos-droesgedichten-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Jos Droes\r\n\r\nGedichten"},"content":{"rendered":"
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De blinde roeier<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
\r\nvoor maarten biesheuvel<\/i>\r\n<\/blockquote>\r\n\r\n
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in zijn verbeelding komt het telkens terug:<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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glinsterend water, blauwe lucht met wolken,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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woede gekoeld in een kort spoor van kolken.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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het perspectief. de toekomst in de rug.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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maar telkens wijkt het weer, hoort hij het klagen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van de dollen blindelings weerkaatst<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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tegen elk ding waarlangs hij zich verplaatst:<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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werven en boten, huizen langs een kade.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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verscheurd tussen moment en vergezicht<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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knevelt hij in gedachten tijd en geluid,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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als vroeger, met de afstand en het licht.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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het baat hem niet. geen zekerheid omsluit<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zijn spoor van echo’s. stuurloos, ongericht<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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roeit hij zolang maar voor de stilte uit.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Glasbak<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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aan ‘t einde van de reis<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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weer stuk voor stuk behandeld:<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de dood, die korte buis,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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neemt men alleen. ik glij<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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een nieuwe bestaan van gruis<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en scherven in. zij wandelt,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de witte plastic zak slap aan haar arm,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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naar huis.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n
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Heerenkapper<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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de schare wachtenden ten spijt<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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ontwerpt hij een gesprek,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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kamt hij je haar. knipt het<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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perfekt terug in de tijd.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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woede tot bespiegeling verkapt,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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angsten gedekt.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de scheiding die zich weer voltrekt,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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verlangens opsluit in je hoofd.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zijn zachte pinkmuis dwingt<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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je gedachten iets voorover;<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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hij knipt de vreugde uitje oren<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en scheert de dood weg uitje nek.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>
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Over het gehele werk<\/h3>\n

over Domenico Scarlatti<\/a><\/p>\n

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

Jos Dr\u00f6es<\/a><\/p>\n
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