this diary is dedicated to all who suffer because of war
we love and support our troops, just as we love and support the Iraqi people – without exception, or precondition, or judgment.
image and poem below the fold
A woman walks with her mother, who was injured in a U.S. raid, in Baghdad’s Sadr city October 25, 2006.
(Kareem Raheem/Reuters)
When We Look Up
by Denise Levertov
He had not looked,
pitiful man whom none
pity, whom all
must pity if they look
into their own face (given
only by glass, steel, water
barely known) all
who look up
to see-how many
faces? How many
seen in a lifetime? (Not those that flash by, but those
into which the gaze wanders
and is lost
and returns to tell
Here is a mystery,
a person, an
other, an I?
– – –
The candle that DianeL first lit many months ago, and which has become such an important part of these diaries since, is still available here.
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