image: A young Iraqi woman mourns June 16, 2005 during the funerals for 5 people who were killed in Baghdad when ordnance exploded in a street on Wednesday. The ordnance exploded in the Shorta al-Rabaah district of Baghdad. REUTERS/Thaier Al-Sudani
Cross-posted at DailyKos, Booman Tribune, and European Tribune.
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Sonnet XLIII
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.
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support the Iraqi people
support the Campaign for Innocent Victims in Conflict (CIVIC)
support CARE
support the victims of torture
support the fallen
support the troops
support the troops and the Iraqi people
read `This is what John Kerry did today,’ the diary by lawnorder that prompted this series
read Riverbend’s blog – `Bagdhad Burning’
read Dahr Jamail’s Iraq Dispatches
read Today in Iraq
witness every day
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When I started posting these at dKos, I marked ‘milestone’ days, like 50 or 100. But that doesn’t really seem to matter – every day of this invasion and war of occupation is sadly like every other.
