{"id":303002,"date":"1997-01-01T00:00:46","date_gmt":"1996-12-31T23:00:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/dbnl\/margreet-schouwenaargedichten-2\/"},"modified":"2021-06-04T18:13:32","modified_gmt":"2021-06-04T17:13:32","slug":"margreet-schouwenaargedichten-2","status":"publish","type":"dbnl","link":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/en\/dbnl\/margreet-schouwenaargedichten-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Margreet Schouwenaar\r\nGedichten"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Ik vermaak je, kijk,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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met liefde naai ik je een oor aan,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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vanzelfsprekend merk ik je lippen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en snaaks bespreek ik de snit<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van ons patroon. Waar<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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we passen, elkaar gebruiken<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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als maat, als middel. Zie je,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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je lacht om mijn coupe.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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overeenkomen dat we verblijf<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zoeken, maar juist waar jouw lichaam<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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het mijne niet bedekt groeit het<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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verlangen naar een tekst: ik ben<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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hier, voor jou, voor jou in stof gestrekt,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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is wat ik je zeg.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Zo paskwillig kluw ik de zijde<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van de tijd. Ik geloof in<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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sterfelijkheid, het hulpeloos<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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grijs van elk feit, het letteren<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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die slijt.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>
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Jij zwijgt. De liefde kent geen figuur<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dan \u00e9\u00e9n die als een spoel krimpt<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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of dijt, zeg ik. Jij zwijgt. Ik stik.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Jij blijft me te wijd,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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want iemand moet toch uit je opstaan,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zeggend: je ligt mij<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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als een speld op een tapijt.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n
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van de wereld, zeven dagen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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in de week?\u2019<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Ze lachtte alsof ik iets begreep<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van de groeiende afwezigheid der dingen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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De dag was bijna om. De stad<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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lag in verstoven licht hemelsbreed<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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te zingen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van oude kerels, zoete wijven, voorbij<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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verlangen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Weer een vraag opgespannen tussen twee.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Vallend licht over lome ruiten.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Ik bood haar mijn zwijgen aan, mijn meest<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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botte nek. Hoewel broos en bleek. Ze keek<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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weg.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Later pas was het dat ik dacht<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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De dingen geven af, een enkele gedachte<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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ontsnapt en kleedt zich uit tot op het<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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bijziend hart. Waar kloppen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>
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Waar moed schijnt te zijn. Liefde.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Geen nood, nooit, zwak.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Waar de slagen vallen met een maat<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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die door een regel lijkt bepaald.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Dat is wat ik wilde zeggen, hoe<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de dingen kleuren in wat ik raak.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Graag had ik het weten<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van vaders zondags pak.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Echter ik ben te weinig schrift<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zo’n beeld van wat te vaak is.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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was zijn pak minder woord<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dan zondags gewicht. (Beelden<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Grijs stond het woord op de rand<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van zijn boord. De dag kroop<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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in zijn onkreukbaar pak,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Over het gehele werk<\/h3>\n

Tirade<\/a><\/p>\n

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

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[p. 370] Margreet Schouwenaar Gedichten Snede \u00a0 Ik vermaak je, kijk, \u00a0 met liefde naai ik je een oor aan, \u00a0 vanzelfsprekend merk ik je lippen \u00a0 en snaaks bespreek ik de snit \u00a0 van ons patroon. Waar \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 we passen, elkaar gebruiken \u00a0 als maat, als middel. 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