{"id":303707,"date":"2002-01-01T00:00:18","date_gmt":"2001-12-31T23:00:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/dbnl\/jan-baekegedichten-4\/"},"modified":"2021-06-04T18:34:13","modified_gmt":"2021-06-04T17:34:13","slug":"jan-baekegedichten-4","status":"publish","type":"dbnl","link":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/en\/dbnl\/jan-baekegedichten-4\/","title":{"rendered":"Jan Baeke\r\nGedichten"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Ik was gaan kijken of het toonde:<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de stand van de zon, zwaluwen onder de dakgoot.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Moeilijk te zeggen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Al die lege schuren. Overal land<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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begon dit landschap te zijn<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en veel daarin<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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wat niet hersteld kan worden.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Niet alleen hierheen gekomen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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maar ook ingehaald<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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was ik<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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een akker naar dit hoofd gedragen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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om voor die akker te zijn geweest.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Dit liep uit op zand en stenen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en ik lag daar<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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tot de regen kwam.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Niemand die zich kan herinneren<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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wat nog opgeraapt kan worden<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en met zorg gedroogd.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n
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Het hart is in de bergen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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We hadden niet moeten gaan.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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We waren slaperig geworden, ondanks de kou<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en zichtbaar<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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maar wat je ziet is niets vergeleken<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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met de verstikkende rook van het vuur<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dat uit de schuren naar buiten slaat<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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met de uitlopers van het hart, slingerend door het dal<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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wegen versperrend, zich vertakkend in alle woorden<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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die wij met elkaar wisselen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Dicht bij het vuur<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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vertakken zich ook onze woorden<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dringen binnen in de slaap van de zwaarste<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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buigen zich over de oudste<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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kruipen als nachtvlinders over het gras<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dwalen door de nacht, met het hart op de lippen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en vallen uitgeput neer in de uitgebrande bankstellen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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aan de voet van de berg.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n
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Dit hoeft geen stilte te betekenen<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Het klopt, maar niet omdat het waar is.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Ik heb een uur rondgelopen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Steeds hetzelfde raam, niet eens een helder uitzicht.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Jij vond iets om tegen het licht te houden<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en te onderzoeken.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Het uitzicht waar jouw hoofd was.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Wij praatten veel.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Ik deed na hoe wij daarbij keken.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Jij praatte veel, maar verdween.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Ik kan raden waar jij bent, maar doe het niet.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Raad eens welke uren trager zijn geworden<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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hoeveel kans dat dit elders ook gebeurt?<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Van wie zullen jij en ik te horen krijgen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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hoe we het beste kunnen lopen?<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Mengde zich een antwoord daarin<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dat geen antwoord wilde zijn.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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die rondloopt om bij het raam te willen wachten<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Dit zou ik als enige kunnen zeggen en ik zeg het.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n
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dat in mijn arm huist<\/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

Jan Baeke<\/a><\/p>\n
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[p. 158] Jan Baeke Gedichten Boerenzomer \u00a0 Ik was gaan kijken of het toonde: \u00a0 de stand van de zon, zwaluwen onder de dakgoot. \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Moeilijk te zeggen. \u00a0 Al die lege schuren. Overal land \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 begon dit landschap te zijn \u00a0 en veel daarin \u00a0 wat niet hersteld kan worden…. 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