{"id":301780,"date":"1986-01-01T00:01:32","date_gmt":"1985-12-31T23:01:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/dbnl\/theo-de-jonggedichten-2\/"},"modified":"2021-06-04T15:07:44","modified_gmt":"2021-06-04T14:07:44","slug":"theo-de-jonggedichten-2","status":"publish","type":"dbnl","link":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/en\/dbnl\/theo-de-jonggedichten-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Theo de Jong\r\n\r\nGedichten"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\r\nTheo de Jong<\/i>\r\n\r\n
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Mont Ventoux<\/h4>\r\n\r\n

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Bergen verzet om de herinnering<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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aan de plaatjes en de pijn er niet te zijn<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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in de hoogte op te duiken. Met de blik<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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op eindelijk begrijpen wat het lichaam<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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opjaagt passeer ik het gedenken,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Tommy, zijn overdosis geloof.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Golven van keien kronkelen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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over de bodem van de hitte,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zweet komt op als het getij,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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mijn ogen ebben weg,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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adem slibt dicht.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Gele stenen. Schelle hemel.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Gele stenen. Schelle hemel.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Boven ligt de wereld<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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afgevlakt als een landkaart<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zo overzichtelijk, onzichtbaar.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Om terugzien is het begonnen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n
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III<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Om terugzien is het begonnen,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de ontmoeting met wat je niet wilt<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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achter de rug en klaar<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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voor je.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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De berg zet vallen uit<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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waar ik in trap,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de stuurloze wind<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zingt.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n

Zee<\/h4>\r\n
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We hebben iets aan zee gehad die dag.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Het strand dreef de golven het water in,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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trage vliegen zagen trage vliegen begraven<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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onder ons tienduizendkoppig lichaam<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dat was gekomen om tot zichzelf te komen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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We praatten maar, zochten met woorden<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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naar woorden en keken over de v<\/span>-tekenende<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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vleugels van een dode meeuw heen, half uit,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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nee, half in het lichaamswarme zand.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Rondom ons deed men wat wij deden<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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ongenadig na, tot eindelijk de kleur<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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bekennende zon ons met stomheid sloeg.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Het strand kwam in de golven om,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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stilte joeg de mensen weg.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Wij zagen hoe de zon de zee vroeg<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en de zee zon zei, zon, ja kom.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n
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Popeye’s gillende grietje<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Hij at gretig, bij het licht van haar ogen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Het geroezemoes zette zijn stem zacht.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Kan niet kiezen, zei hij kauwend, ik kan<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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niet tegen je taal en niet zonder je stem,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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niet tegen je blik en niet zonder je ogen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Je ziet er uit om te stelen. Weet hij het?<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Ze at mondjesmaat van haar herinnering,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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keek naar de kloven in haar handen. Ik zou<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Popeye’s gillende grietje willen wezen,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zei ze, haar mond vol tanden lachend,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zo lelijk getekend, maar mooi gered.<\/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

Theo de Jong<\/a><\/p>\n
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