{"id":2603,"date":"2016-06-25T15:14:13","date_gmt":"2016-06-25T13:14:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/?p=2603"},"modified":"2016-06-25T15:24:11","modified_gmt":"2016-06-25T13:24:11","slug":"1-nausikaa-doris-kareva-estland","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/nl\/1-nausikaa-doris-kareva-estland\/","title":{"rendered":"1. Nausika\u00e4, Doris Kareva, Estland"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><\/p>\n<ol>\n<li style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #800000; font-size: 18pt;\"><strong> 1.Nausik\u00e4a<\/strong><\/span><\/li>\n<\/ol>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #800000; font-size: 14pt;\">Ik herinner mij de wind, het licht<br \/>\nen jouw gezicht tussen het riet,<br \/>\neen vreemd bleek gezicht, verontrust.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #800000; font-size: 14pt;\">Ik voelde dat ik je kende<br \/>\nuit een droom van lang geleden,<br \/>\neen vermoeden,<br \/>\neen openbaring &#8211;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #800000; font-size: 14pt;\">O goden, goden&#8230;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #800000; font-size: 14pt;\">Ik stond<br \/>\nop en rende naar huis, alsof<br \/>\nmijn haar in vuur en vlam stond,<br \/>\nhet wasgoed op drift in het water&#8230;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #800000; font-size: 14pt;\"><span style=\"font-size: 18pt;\"><strong>Doris Kareva<\/strong><\/span>, Estland<br \/>\n<em>Vertaling Doris Kareva &#8211; Germain Droogenbroodt<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #800000; font-size: 14pt;\">Uit: \u201cGunstige dagen, Armuaeg\u201d (<\/span><span style=\"color: #800000; font-size: 14pt;\">1991)<\/span><em><span style=\"color: #800000; font-size: 14pt;\"><\/p>\n<p>Schilderij: Jean Veber 1864-1928<br \/>\n<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">\n<p><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>1.Nausik\u00e4a Ik herinner mij de wind, het licht en jouw gezicht tussen het riet, een vreemd bleek gezicht, verontrust. Ik voelde dat ik je kende uit een droom van lang geleden, een vermoeden, een openbaring &#8211; O goden, goden&#8230; Ik stond op en rende naar huis, alsof mijn haar in vuur en vlam stond, het [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2600,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_wp_rev_ctl_limit":""},"categories":[14],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/nl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2603"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/nl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/nl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/nl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/nl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2603"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/nl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2603\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/nl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/2600"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/nl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2603"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/nl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2603"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/nl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2603"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}