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I was up at about 4am last week and saw "NIGHT OF THE IGUANA"
(or most of it) with Richard Burton.  It was great, and at the end
there was a fantastic poem ("fantastic" is a pun, 
if you know the play).


	Anyway, I looked it up, and here it is.  Since this is an
(albeit late) review of the play, no copyright infringement is
intended:


        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?

                        From The Night of the Iguana, Act III
                             Tennesee Williams (1961)

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