the night of the iguana

• enfes bir siir'e evsahipligi yapar:
  
  how calmly does the olive branch
  observe the sky begin to blanch
  without a cry, without a prayer
  with no betrayal of despair
  
  some time while light 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 mold
  and finally the broken stem
  the plummeting to earth, and then
  
  and 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
  
  oh 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