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- Marcia Southwick (geb. 1949)
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- Kaspar Hauser (1977)
- (A boy abandoned by his parents and
- raised in a cell by a prison guard.)
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- All
day I play alone with two wooden horses
- and
a few ribbons. I rearrange the horses,
- hanging
the ribbons from them,
- in
different positions.
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- In my little cell, I try to imagine my parents,
- and I can see a lamp hanging from a wagon,
- and my parents, in the distance,
- driving some horses in winter.
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- They are passing a deer buried in the snow,
- though only the deer's antlers are visible,
- and by the river, they are passing an otter
- with its eyes closed, eating a salmon.
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- Now, I can see the wagon more clearly, as
it moves
- out of the woods, and slowly up the street
of the town,
- where I am standing in my corner, waiting...
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- The bells on the harness make so little noise,
- only the dead should know who is coming...
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- And I stand here, holding up my toys,
- because when my parents pass,
- I always think they will know,
- by my wooden
horses, who I am.
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