{"id":3470,"date":"2016-10-17T19:31:14","date_gmt":"2016-10-17T19:31:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.tjerkstra.com\/wordpress\/?p=3470"},"modified":"2016-10-17T19:31:14","modified_gmt":"2016-10-17T19:31:14","slug":"watson-en-de-haai","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/tjerkstra.com\/wordpress\/keunst\/watson-en-de-haai\/","title":{"rendered":"Watson en de haai"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\n\n
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fan John Singleton Copley*
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\nIk kin ’t ferhaal al neifertelle,
\nskilder Copley hat it fan my heard
\ndat nimmen foar syn oere stjert,
\nde kleau lykwols wie mar in smelle.<\/p>\n

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It barde yn Havanna’s haven
\ndoe’t ik naam in frisse d\u00fbk,
\nin oere frij fan wurk en broek
\nom ’t wetter troch te draven,
\nsa’t se r\u00f4pen: as in spoek.<\/p>\n

Ik krige net gen\u00f4ch fan ’t swimmen,
\nseach de skimer fan de dei
\nsa’t ik d\u00ear op ‘e side lei
\nbeg\u00fbn der wat te glimmen,
\n’t wie de finflits fan in haai.<\/p>\n

Ik koe net oars as roppe, raze,
\nrekke op ‘e r\u00each, panyk
\nfansels, gjin spier woe mear omlyk,
\nik hearde ’t \u00fbndier blazen,
\nseach de wr\u00e2ld ferdraaid en bryk.<\/p>\n

Doe klonk ynienen wyld it klotsen,
\noeral l\u00fbden yn it r\u00fbn;
\nit tou, de tosken, de harpoen,
\nit fielde as in botsing,
\nmar it \u00fbndier wie ferdw\u00fbn.<\/p>\n

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Ik sjoch mysels foar ’t earst d\u00ear lizzen,
\nalle spieren yn ferskrikking spand;
\nferhaal en doek, deselde kant,
\ndat woe ik Copley noch wol sizze.
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\n* John Singleton Copley (1738-1815) hat Brook Watson
\n(doe’t dy fjirtjin jier wie) nei de realiteit skildere,
\nmar wol yn de trant fan de romantyske groepsskilderijen
\n(sjoch ek ‘It flot fan Medusa’ fan Th\u00e9odore G\u00e9ricault).
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fan John Singleton Copley* Ik kin ’t ferhaal al neifertelle, skilder Copley hat it fan my heard dat nimmen foar syn oere stjert, de kleau lykwols wie mar in smelle. It barde yn Havanna’s haven doe’t ik naam in frisse d\u00fbk, in oere frij fan wurk en broek om ’t wetter troch te draven, sa’t […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3470","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-keunst"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/tjerkstra.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3470","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/tjerkstra.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/tjerkstra.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tjerkstra.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tjerkstra.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3470"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/tjerkstra.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3470\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3471,"href":"https:\/\/tjerkstra.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3470\/revisions\/3471"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/tjerkstra.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3470"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tjerkstra.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3470"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tjerkstra.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3470"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}