“Till I, high in the tower of my time Among familiar ruins, began to cry For accident, sickness, justice, war and crime, Because all died, because I had to die. The snow fell, the trees stood, the promise kept, And a child I slept.” ChildrenWarTimeDiesJusticeTreeCrimeCryPromiseDiedAccidentsSnowFamiliarRuinsMy TimeSicknessTowers Author:Howard Nemerov
“Occasionally a student writer comes up with something really beautiful and moving, and you won't know for years if it was an accident or the first burst of something wonderful.” IfsKnowsYearsFirstsBeautifulMovingLiteratureWonderfulStudentsCome UpAccidentsReally Beautiful Author:Howard Nemerov
