The good poet sticks to his real loves, to see within the realm of possibility. He never tries to hold hands with God or the human race.

But with exquisite breathing you smile, with satisfaction of love, And I touch you again as you tick in the silence and settle in sleep.

The modern essay has regained a good deal of its literary status in our time, much to the credit of Joseph Epstein.

To make the child in your own image is a capital crime, for your image is not worth repeating. The child knows this and you know it. Consequently you hate each other.

Poetry is innocent, not wise. It does not learn from experience, because each poetic experience is unique.

My soul is now her day, my day her night, So I lie down, and so I rise.

Leo Connellan has retained his soul and voice in Provincetown and Other Poems.