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An Iraqi boys [sic] looks at the site where a car bomb exploded in central Baghdad. An Iraqi was killed and eight others wounded by the suicide car bomb, security and hospital sources said. In another incident two US soldiers were killed by a makeshift bomb in eastern Baghdad.
(AFP/Sabah Arar)

It was not death, for I stood up
by Emily Dickinson

It was not death, for I stood up,
And all the dead lie down;
It was not night, for all the bells
Put out their tongues, for noon.

It was not frost, for on my flesh
I felt siroccos crawl, –
Nor fire, for just my marble feet
Could keep a chancel cool.

And yet it tasted like them all;
The figures I have seen
Set orderly, for burial,
Reminded me of mine,

As if my life were shaven
And fitted to a frame,
And could not breathe without a key;
And ’twas like midnight, some,

When everything that ticked has stopped,
And space stares, all around,
Or grisly frosts, first autumn morns
Repeal the beating ground.

But most like chaos – stopless, cool, –
Without a chance or spar,
Or even a report of land
To justify despair.

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