The modern essay has regained a good deal of its literary status in our time, much to the credit of Joseph Epstein.
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.
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.
Keelhaul the poets in the vestry chairs.
Laughter and grief join hands. Always the heart Clumps in the breast with heavy stride; The face grows lined and wrinkled like a chart, The eyes bloodshot with tears and tide. Let the wind blow, for many a man shall die.