Already old, the question Who shall die? Becomes unspoken Who is innocent?

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

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

The body, what is it, Father, but a sign To love the force that grows us, to give back What in Thy palm is senselessness and mud?

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.

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

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.