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Tennessee Williams


How calmly does the orange branch observe the sky begin to blanch without a cry, without a prayer, with no betrayal of despair. Sometime while night obscures the tree the Zenith of its life will be gone past forever, and from thence a second history will commence A chronicle no longer gold, a bargaining with mist and mould, and finally the broken stem the plummeting to earth; and then An intercourse not well designed for beings of a golden kind whose native green must arch above the earth’s obscene, corrupting love. And still the ripe fruit and the branch observe the sky begin to blanch without a cry,without a prayer, with no betrayal of despair. O courage, could you not as well select a second place to dwell, not only in that golden tree but in the frightened heart of me? — Tennessee Williams- beautiful


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