In the frightened heart of me

A Noite da Iguana (1964), John Huston. 

Nonno's Poem:

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