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Quote in Mr. Bird's Room
More than one language, more than one soul.
Can all these linguistic selves be as a whole?
I feel each of my “selves” blending into the next
A complicated muddle of language and text.
I see my English self on computer screens
Trying to find out what life really means
Making up words and trying to write.
Poems that keep me awake long into the night.
I see my German self reflected in my mother’s face.
But all the German I know is floating in space.
Space in my brain where forgotten things go,
A reminder of someone I used to know.
A language I really don’t want to forget,
‘Cause I’ll use it again someday, I bet.
My Swedish self a loner wherever it goes,
Knowing a language that no one here knows.
Coming from places no one here has been
What a goofy combination I am once again.
And all alone, abandoned here in this town,
Friends gone, just me and the rain coming down.
Room 24B with all its nutty memories,
What am I supposed to do with all these?
German keeps me wondering what life would have been
Had so many people not left me behind yet again.
So I sit in there each day with so many things gone,
And still the memories go on, on, and on.
It reminds me of a life so precious to me,
Yet gone in a heartbeat, passed by so quickly.
Now someone else nearby wants my heart,
A language I love will split me apart.