tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-699866497260414248.post2358169326149591298..comments2023-11-03T03:39:08.833-07:00Comments on Iraq War Grief Daily Witness: Iraq War Grief Daily Witness Day 26Jerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01241842671993239496noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-699866497260414248.post-22804340271417463742007-02-24T10:23:00.000-08:002007-02-24T10:23:00.000-08:00Witness(Animation courtesy of CoolNotions.com.)Blo...<A HREF="http://www.coolnotions.com/AGifs/water_waves_2004_1120a_bb.gif" REL="nofollow">Witness</A><BR/><I>(Animation courtesy of <A HREF="http://www.coolnotions.com/" REL="nofollow">CoolNotions.com</A>.)</I><BR/><BR/><B>Blow the Wind Southerly</B><BR/><I>(Traditional)</I><BR/><BR/>Blow the wind southerly, southerly, southerly<BR/>Blow the wind south o'er the bonnie blue sea;<BR/>Blow the wind southerly, southerly, southerly<BR/>Blow, bonnie breeze, my lover to me.<BR/><BR/>They told me last night there were ships in the offing<BR/>And I hurried down to the deep rolling sea;<BR/>But my eye could not see it wherever might be it<BR/>The bark that is bearing my lover to me.<BR/><BR/>So,<BR/>Blow the wind southerly, southerly, southerly<BR/>Blow the wind south o'er the bonnie blue sea;<BR/>Blow the wind southerly, southerly, southerly<BR/>Blow, bonnie breeze, my lover to me.musing grazehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05199879355891540177noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-699866497260414248.post-27781548117748978092007-02-23T06:07:00.000-08:002007-02-23T06:07:00.000-08:00Peace, and witnessPeace, and witnessanniethenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03676273148688900739noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-699866497260414248.post-55107505438342362902007-02-23T05:25:00.000-08:002007-02-23T05:25:00.000-08:00peace.peace.moirahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05776940994450057910noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-699866497260414248.post-53474605726152164702007-02-22T18:01:00.000-08:002007-02-22T18:01:00.000-08:00SEPTEMBER AFTERNOON IN THE ABANDONED BARRACKSby A....SEPTEMBER AFTERNOON IN THE ABANDONED BARRACKS<BR/><BR/>by A. Zagajewski<BR/><BR/>The sun, the opulent sun of September,<BR/>the full sun of harvest and stubbled field,<BR/>stood still above me<BR/>and above the abandoned barracks.<BR/>Silence<BR/>bivouacked where once orders<BR/>were shouted;<BR/>silence, not<BR/>soldiers; in the infirmary<BR/>silence, not the groans<BR/>of the ill.<BR/>The overgrown grass in the yard<BR/>needs mowing.<BR/>Silence where blue skulled<BR/>recruits sobbed.<BR/>In me, too, silence,<BR/>no longer despair.<BR/>A black rooster, a hot, black banner of blood,<BR/>runs down a path.<BR/>Autumn fades,<BR/>war dims.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00014449328493233450noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-699866497260414248.post-91050707935300237702007-02-22T17:57:00.000-08:002007-02-22T17:57:00.000-08:00"TWENTY-YEAR OLD SOLDIERS"by Adam ZagajewskiI coul..."TWENTY-YEAR OLD SOLDIERS"<BR/><BR/>by Adam Zagajewski<BR/><BR/>I couldn't paint, my voice cracked,<BR/>I didn't pass the high school finals,<BR/>I couldn't be an artist. They assigned me<BR/>to the infantry, the second unit of the fatherland's<BR/>sons, we cleaned our weapons and listened<BR/>to peacetime speeches, the war dragged on,<BR/>the closed eyes of houses watched revolts<BR/>of animals and endless processions<BR/>of sacrificial elders, my mother brought me<BR/>bread hiding newspapers from the time of the great hunger<BR/>for truth, I gave the bread to friends, and used the paper<BR/>to build warships, great battles, unitended<BR/>victories awaited us,<BR/>rumbling wagons and the cries of drunk commanders<BR/>woke us at night, we were certain,<BR/>twenty-year-old soldiers, that<BR/>the true army drew nearer, craving blood.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00014449328493233450noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-699866497260414248.post-34833492640726674822007-02-22T17:52:00.000-08:002007-02-22T17:52:00.000-08:00for peace, love, and compassion,always, even when ...for peace, love, and compassion,<BR/>always, even when they seem to have been forgottenAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00014449328493233450noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-699866497260414248.post-88135747461308926292007-02-22T16:33:00.000-08:002007-02-22T16:33:00.000-08:00peace<A HREF="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c168/oliviainottawa/peace/candle_100.jpg" REL="nofollow"><B><I>peace</B></I></A>oliviahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03401788202984343513noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-699866497260414248.post-41701454467300258902007-02-22T07:26:00.000-08:002007-02-22T07:26:00.000-08:00I witness.I witness.askhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06960113681271218081noreply@blogger.com