“I like all my children, even the squat and ugly ones.” ChildrenUglyMy ChildrenSquat Author:Howard Nemerov
“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
