{"id":304037,"date":"2005-01-01T00:00:55","date_gmt":"2004-12-31T23:00:55","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/dbnl\/ester-naomi-perquingedichten\/"},"modified":"2021-06-04T18:41:13","modified_gmt":"2021-06-04T17:41:13","slug":"ester-naomi-perquingedichten","status":"publish","type":"dbnl","link":"https:\/\/www.vanoorschot.nl\/en\/dbnl\/ester-naomi-perquingedichten\/","title":{"rendered":"Ester Naomi Perquin\r\n\r\nGedichten"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Ter verdediging van een nachtsuppoost<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Zoveel jaar en nooit een nacht gemist.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Hij was een plattegrond geworden<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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van waar al lang geen mens meer kwam.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Hij hield de wacht, hij was alleen en dacht<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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teveel aan wat maar niet gevangen kan.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Hij zag wat nooit grondvast wil worden<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en dat in elk van vlucht verstoken ding,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de stijve duiven achter duimdik glas,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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iets van beweging over was. Dat een vitrine<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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nooit van binnenuit aan scherven ging.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Het vrat hem langzaam aan. De nachten<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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waren vol verstomd gefluit en trekkersdrang.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Hij liep zijn rondes nog in wetenschap<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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maar hoorde vleugels zingen in de gang.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Hij vond soms veren op de trap.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Zo zaagde hij de sloten door. Hij bracht<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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de fuut en nachtegaal, de arend en harpij<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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hun kasten en hun kooien uit. De nacht<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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stond vol bevroren vliegverkeer. Hij zag<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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een broedplaats zonder leven.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Zoveel jaar en steeds de zon gemist.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Hij sloeg zijn armen op en neer.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Ze moeten hem zijn vlucht vergeven.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Winter<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Laat het na deze winter nog eens winter zijn.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Geen statig broeden meer. Geen kievitsei.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Geen welbedreven paring of zorgvuldig nest.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Ik hoop dat de kou de grond voorgoed verpest<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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met alles dat nog kiemen zou daarbij.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Laat straten grauw zoals ze ‘s winters zijn.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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De moddersneeuw van uitgebeende dagen,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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twee blauwe kinderwanten naast een wak.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Ik kan geen lammetjes verdragen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Niets erger dan dat woekerend gemak<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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waarmee de lente aan het groeien slaat.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Daaronder houdt het ijs een zoontje stil.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Voor al dat leven maakt hij geen verschil.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Er is geen zonlicht dat hem bovenbrengt.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Geen vooijaar dat hem kennen wil.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n
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Buitenland<\/h4>\r\n\r\n
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Gelezen over een berg als over een kuil<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zo diep, zo wijd oprijzend als omgekeerd<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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maar ondergronds geen graf zou doen.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Degenen die zoeken, vermeldt de krant,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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maken lang touwen vast en dalen af<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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of stijgen op, dat is vaak om het even.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Alle klimmers kammen mijnen uit, vinden<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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ronde stenen die niet glanzen zonder licht.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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De diepste gravers klauwen langzaam op.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Wat is er denk ik slecht gezocht naar leven<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dat tweeledig blijft, terwijl ook land<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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op water drijft en omgekeerd<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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water dat blijft en zoekt naar zand<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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om grond te worden, een overkant<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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spuwt water uit om zee te zijn.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Maar ver van de kust trekken sporen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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door de aarde; kloven bergen open,<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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rijzen dalen op, bestaat geen water.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Wat is er denk ik weinig anders dan<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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bij hoog en laag terug gaan vinden<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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wat de hemel of de grond in kan.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n\r\n
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Iemand verzon een plaats, een bos<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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zoals dat toen voor ogen stond, rijen bomen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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en ook op wiens geboortegrond geplant.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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Bedacht vervolgens schemering<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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die tussen dat hecht vertakte van jong hout<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dat alles werd dat over was; initialen<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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los van namen in de schors gekrast.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dat haastig zoeken naar een pad<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n
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dat niet in de maquette past.<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>\r\n\r\n<\/div>
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