Saturday, January 27, 2007

Iraq War Grief Daily Witness Day 9

A U.S. soldier touches the head of the room mate of the late PFC Allen Brenton Jaynes from Texas during a memorial service in the U.S. forces army camp in Baghdad, January 26, 2007. Jaynes was killed last week by a roadside bomb while four of his colleagues were wounded.
REUTERS/Erik de Castro (IRAQ)


I Hear an Army
by James Joyce

I hear an army charging upon the land,
And the thunder of horses plunging, foam about their knees:
Arrogant, in black armour, behind them stand,
Disdaining the reins, with fluttering whips, the charioteers.

They cry unto the night their battle-name:
I moan in sleep when I hear afar their whirling laughter.
They cleave the gloom of dreams, a blinding flame,
Clanging, clanging upon the heart as upon an anvil.

They come shaking in triumph their long, green hair:
They come out of the sea and run shouting by the shore.
My heart, have you no wisdom thus to despair?
My love, my love, my love, why have you left me alone?


9 comments:

RubDMC said...

for peace

olivia said...

peace

ask said...

I witness

musing graze said...

Witness.

Some photographers take reality...and impose the domination of their own thought and spirit. Others come before reality more tenderly and a photograph to them is an instrument of love and revelation.
- Ansel Adams

edsbrooklyn said...

In sadness, and for peace.

morrigan said...

I witness for peace.

"I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned."
from Dirge Without Music
by Edna St. Vincent Millay

roses said...

For peace and consolation

Denny in Seattle said...

Peace, please

anniethena said...

Peace, and witness.

Watching the news from Iraq over the last week alone, I'm dreading that so much worse is yet to come, and soon.