Keelhaul the poets in the vestry chairs.
Leo Connellan has retained his soul and voice in Provincetown and Other Poems.
Poetry is not a way of saying things; it's a way of seeing things.
Poetry is innocent, not wise. It does not learn from experience, because each poetic experience is unique.
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.
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.