{"id":303032,"date":"1997-01-01T00:01:05","date_gmt":"1996-12-31T23:01:05","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/dbnl\/elly-de-waardgedichten-3\/"},"modified":"2021-06-04T17:36:25","modified_gmt":"2021-06-04T16:36:25","slug":"elly-de-waardgedichten-3","status":"publish","type":"dbnl","link":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/en\/dbnl\/elly-de-waardgedichten-3\/","title":{"rendered":"Elly de Waard\r\nGedichten"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Nu al het stof is neergeslagen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en elk zich teruggetrokken heeft<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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op zijn verdriet, in een niet klagen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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maar in aanvaarden zeker niet,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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nu klopt alleen nog in de nacht<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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mijn hart zo wild en koortsloos en<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van dromen over loopt mijn slaap<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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terwijl ik lig als op een bed<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dat onder stroom staat en waaruit<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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ik telkens wakker schiet.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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De afnemende maan ligt als<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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een schelpje in de zanderige<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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wolken van de ochtend, \u00e9\u00e9n schelp<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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die blootgewoeld is en die<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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parelachtig glanst. En ongeluk<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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duurt niet een leven lang<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en over ons welft zich eenzelfde<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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hemel die ook ons herkansing biedt.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>
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Hoe droef de bloemen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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uit hun midden zien<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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een zuster weggerukt<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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in alom voelen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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staan zij, wiegende<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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in rouw en liefdevol<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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tegen elkaar gedrukt<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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hun tranen vloeien<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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bij een redderend<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zich bemoeien<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dat de lege plek, het<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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bloeden daar wordt bedekt<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en in een jammergebaar<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van blad<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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rillen zij tegen elkaar<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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hun stelen buigen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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diep in rouwmisbaar<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en ruisend schreien zij<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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haast hoorbaar terwijl<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de wind nu op zijn<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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tenen om ze heen loopt<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en zacht rondblaast<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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opdat as over hun<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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bleke kroontjes neerdaalt<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>
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Tranen zijn mij nabij<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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haast alle dagen, en ik<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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ben niets dan angst, benardheid<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van hart en zwak als ijs<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van \u00e9\u00e9n nacht en van binnen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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tril ik als iemand die<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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uit een wak is opgediept<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en druipend naar adem<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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snakt – en wiens omvang<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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geslonken is tot die<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van het riet, waaraan<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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hij zich vastgeklampt had:<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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grond om op te staan<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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heeft hij nog altijd niet<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n
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De geluiden van het strand, van<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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mensen, gedempt door ruisen –<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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gedichten konden er gelezen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en zelfs klinken en een verstuiven<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van woorden was al wat wij hoorden,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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een deinen van zinnen en regels,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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lui als de golven, stil als het<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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verstoven zand –<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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het moment is even vluchtig als<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de herinnering eraan intens<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en als belevenis zijn zij<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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wellicht om het even –<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n
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De ochtend is aan \u00e9\u00e9n oog blind<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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maar kogelend rolt het licht van<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zee de kamer in. De morgen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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heb ik wel gehaald, de kleinste<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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uren van de nacht, waar het nauw<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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luistert, waar de ruimte op haar<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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smalst was, oog van de naald, was ik<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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nog doorgekropen; in wankelheid<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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stond alles daar toen te gebeuren<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de dingen om mij heen, hoewel<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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herkenbaar als zichzelf, waren<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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gedompeld in vreemde kleuren en<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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vreemde geluiden, als het<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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druppelen van een kraan, voedden mijn<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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bloedende verstand met argwaan –<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Daar staat hij dan met manke poot,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zeerover, en het licht straalt als<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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een papegaai in felle kleuren<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van zijn schouder. En om hem hangen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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jonge geuren, van zee, van ochtend-<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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friste, van met buit voor anker<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zijn gegaan. En in dit wilde<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dat de nacht, de dood verslaan kon<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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biedt zich een nieuw vertrouwen aan.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n
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De dagen houden niet over<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van zichzelf, ze zijn te heet<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en er wordt niets in mijn twee handen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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omgesmeed; pas onder de sterren<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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in de smidse van de nacht, die<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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in een vonkenregen is verstard<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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flonkert de maan, Hefaistos’ laatste<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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werk, in de scherven op de muur<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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