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THE APOTHEOSIS OF DON JUNE

 

Promiscuous as moonlight on sand,

He pondered heaven by the foaming surf;

And staring at its brilliant text he saw

He’d never been voluptuous enough.

 

There were so many things his soul had missed

By never standing still and tasting life

– By frantically accepting the flat role,

Forgetting he was maker of his myth.

 

The night was warm, he breathed each flagrant smell.

What if no señorita stroked his wrist

And flattered the steel of his graying hair,

He knew how more than ever he flashed male.

 

How unimportant his small conquests, lusts –

Was not his placid life the sweetest tryst?

He puffed his cigarillo — live red sparks

Flew up as his charred ashes sought the stars.

– Richard O’Connell

This poem appears in the April 3 print edition of National Review.

 

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