Gedicht: vrijheid


 kun je nergens kopen
 even lenen
 lekker leasen
 tijdelijk huren
 vrijheid kent geen kortingsbonnen
 geen aanbiedingen
 of voordeelweken
 vrijheid is reusachtig kostbaar
 ontzettend duur
 en onbetaalbaar
 vrijheid kun je niemand geven
 vrijheid krijg je niet cadeau

© Jan Bontje 2013

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Gedicht: Poppies on the wheat

Poppies on the Wheat

Along Ancona’s hills the shimmering heat,
A tropic tide of air with ebb and flow
Bathes all the fields of wheat until they glow
Like flashing seas of green, which toss and beat
Around the vines. The poppies lithe and fleet
Seem running, fiery torchmen, to and fro
To mark the shore.

_____________________The farmer does not know
That they are there. He walks with heavy feet,
Counting the bread and wine by autumn’s gain,
But I, – – I smile to think that days remain
Perhaps to me in which, though bread be sweet
No more, and red wine warm my blood in vain,
I shall be glad remembering how the fleet,
Lithe poppies ran like torchmen with the wheat.


Helen Hunt Jackson

Helen Hunt Jackson was born Helen Fiske in Amherst, Massachusetts, USA, on October 15, 1830. She was not only a noted writer, but also a tireless advocate on behalf of the improved treatment of Native Americans in the United States. Jackson died in 1885.

Gedicht: Excelsior by Walt Whitman


Who has gone farthest? for I would go farther,
And who has been just? for I would be the most just person of the

And who most cautious? for I would be more cautious,
And who has been happiest? O I think it is I – – I think no one was ever

happier than I,
And who has lavish’d all? for I lavish constantly the best I have,
And who proudest? for I think I have reason to be the proudest son

alive–for I am the son of the brawny and tall-topt city,
And who has been bold and true? for I would be the boldest and truest

being of the universe,
And who benevolent? for I would show more benevolence than all the

And who has receiv’d the love of the most friends?
for I know what it is to receive the passionate love of many friends,

And who possesses a perfect and enamour’d body? for I do not believe
any one possesses a more perfect or enamour’d body than mine,
And who thinks the amplest thoughts? for I would surround those

And who has made hymns fit for the earth? for I am mad with

devouring ecstasy to make joyous hymns for the whole earth.


Walt Whitman was born in Huntington, New York, NY, USA, on May 31, 1819. He is best known for Leaves of Grass, a prodigious collection of poetry that he continually revised for most of his life. Whitman died in 1892.