{"id":303986,"date":"2005-01-01T00:00:10","date_gmt":"2004-12-31T23:00:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/dbnl\/sam-halbertsmagedichten\/"},"modified":"2021-06-04T18:40:40","modified_gmt":"2021-06-04T17:40:40","slug":"sam-halbertsmagedichten","status":"publish","type":"dbnl","link":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/en\/dbnl\/sam-halbertsmagedichten\/","title":{"rendered":"Sam Halbertsma\r\n\r\nGedichten"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Vrij van de vogels<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Het liedje zingt je scherp maar<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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vals de vogels na, de oude droom<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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steekt weer de kop, nooit los<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van de geborgen grond<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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nooit tot de zon<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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alsof de lucht de vogels heeft gemaakt<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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alsof het geen gedachten zijn<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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verbeeldingen die statig cirkelen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en hoogte winnen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Vliegmachines<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Vaag is het vandaag of anders<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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helder grijs, beweegt de lucht of<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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wordt hij zelf bewogen, is dat anders<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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of hetzelfde als je denkt, dat<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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wat ervaren wordt maar niet<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van binnenuit bevlogen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n
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Aan een boer, aan een hek<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Aan een boer, aan een hek<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en een beest dat de mond in de maal-<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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tijd laat zakken, zo rijm je aarde<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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op aarde of hemel op hemel<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zie de lach van de boer,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zijn zondags geluk en het varken vrij<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en blij mij strak aankijkend.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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O wereld, waarin alles traag<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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herhalend zichzelf mag blijven!<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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O wereld! Het hek is kapot,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en de boer wuift nog<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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het beest is dood<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en het hek is verdwenen,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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het lachen vergaan, maar<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de boer wuift nog.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n
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Onderdier<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Onderliggend donker donkerend,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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hoe dieper onder onze voeten wortelen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de hersenen in onze hersenen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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waar snoert de mond de wolf en gaat hij<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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in ons over zonder mond en zonder<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dat hij huilt, hij gromt<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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als vlees in vlees vermomd en vreet<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zijn honger op tot nieuwe honger, daar<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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begint de keel waar hij verstomt<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n
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Laat mij<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Laat mij de uitgebloeide tuin, de stilte<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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die er vleugels krijgt en overdrijft en dan<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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die bij ontij aan mijn muren zeuren,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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op de nieuwe witte vloerbedekking. Vader<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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wat al je niet meer mist, op deze afstand<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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ontglipt. Waarvan ik altijd nog niet slapen kan.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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op dit mij bekend en lief plafond, bewaar<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zacht winterweer en ondoorwaakte nacht,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Over dit hoofdstuk\/artikel<\/h3>\n

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