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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?

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