Julian the Apostate
Proclaimed Emperor Near
Notre Dame Cathedral
Mais où sont les neiges d’antan! ~ François Villon
In 1952 Jean wrote his first
Great opus. Barraqué of Notre Dame
Became the lover with a champagne thirst
For Foucault. After that, Jean knew no calm
Except what wine could bring. ‘Sonata for
Piano’ still remains. That summer, though,
Is gone. Where is the heat they knew before
That warm embrace, the heat without a glow?
Where is the heat and sweat of yesteryear,
When passion dissipates the paltry night
Before great love began? A hormone’s leer
Turned choirboy’s throat into an acolyte
In Aphrodite’s temple. Thus, the loss
Of kissless hours became a lukewarm dross.