Tennessee Williams

November 12, 2015

 

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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