{"id":301878,"date":"1988-01-01T00:00:07","date_gmt":"1987-12-31T23:00:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/dbnl\/eva-gerlachgedichten\/"},"modified":"2021-06-04T15:08:21","modified_gmt":"2021-06-04T14:08:21","slug":"eva-gerlachgedichten","status":"publish","type":"dbnl","link":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/en\/dbnl\/eva-gerlachgedichten\/","title":{"rendered":"Eva Gerlach\r\n\r\nGedichten"},"content":{"rendered":"
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dat wind maakt in een donkere kast. Uit tranen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Een steen wit als de dagen voordat school<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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het licht uitknipte; glanzend, dichtbij grond,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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doen dat met pasgeboren broed, tot het<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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te groot wordt en weg moet, of doorgeslikt.)<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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O al de keren<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dat ik hen riep, ver voor hen uit en niet<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van plan te blijven staan tot zij klaar waren<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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met stenen opwarmen tegen hun huid.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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De ronde en gladde,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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die haar de vorm van het binnenste van<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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haar tegen al het andere dichte hand<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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draagt zij zoals ik haar droeg<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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tegen de wereld,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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om wat ondraaglijk is te zijner tijd<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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lichter te maken. Een steen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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vuist draagt zij rond en zij luistert<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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naar het geluid van de steen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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telde zijn wonden. Lucht en water vol<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Dieren dieren kom thuis, doe je vleugels open<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Dieren dieren kom thuis, zwem twee spaden diep<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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