I was 15 in 1988 and rented this from the library. Back then you couldnt' simply look up movie lines. So I sat there and would play a segment, write it down, push play, write another segment, and on and on. And I would read that poem every day for the next 20 years. I can speak it by heart, of course, by now. But I still like to come back here and listen just one more time, I always say. Just one more time. Oh God, please can't we stop now? Fantastic movie. Richard Burton "spawning" with the girl who played Lolita.

@josealexandre5629

5 жыл бұрын

other movie - www.imdb.com/title/tt0052832/

@ATINKERER

4 жыл бұрын

This movie and that poem has touched the hearts and minds of a lot of people over the years. I think it's been a great help to anyone who has had the presence of mind to listen to this and try to understand it.

@douglastreem7104

2 жыл бұрын

Fantastic. What a good thing to do.

@cosmicman621

11 ай бұрын

I salute you...brave,refined and Holy Soul 🐝🌹🌈

one of the most beautiful scenes in that absolute outstanding movie ***

Thank you for posting this, I have always loved this poem. It's about a tree that is dying, reached it's zenith but doesn't despair because it left generations of itself to go on. The poet merely asks of God of why he chose to give more courage to a tree that's dying than his mortal being. Valid question. One of the most beautiful poems I ever heard.

@katc2345

2 жыл бұрын

Your interpretation is insanely spot on! Bravo!!!!

Superb performance by Cyril Delevanti, who was not in good heath at the time this was shot.

Tennessee Williams had a great uncle who was a famous Pulitzer Prize winning poet, Robert P. Tristram Coffin. He borrowed the name for Nonno and most amazingly & beautifully copied Coffin's favorite A/A/B/B/ rhyme scheme with its beautiful lilting sound. An amazing job of poetic mimicry. By the way the original Coffin was from Maine not Nantucket and his book of poems 'Strange Holiness' is superb and lovely and grossly neglected.

@RichardDoker-op6py

23 күн бұрын

That is a fascinating observation. I find this poem to be a marvel.

I love Benjamin Frankel's fine score and Gabriel Figuerora's cinematography.

Profoundly moving and eloquent.

My absolute ,favorite film & favorite director.

What a beautiful poem!

I played Shannon in the opening season of the Annapolis Md outdoor summer theatre. The film never caught the humor of the text,nor the irony of the behavior.When the reviewer attended,the heavens opened with "thunder,lightning and some rain during the scene where I called for it on my knees. No one left. The poem is so wonderful.The play is not done often enough and is timeless. Ed Lillard Raleigh NC. 6/20/16

@brayden3822

Жыл бұрын

the film is hilarious what are you talking about

I took it to memory years ago I also went down to Mexico where the set was made, it's still there but in disrepair.

Thank you. One of my favorite films, and favorite scenes.

"I''d like to pray now"--(his last words).

@RichardDoker-op6py

23 күн бұрын

Mr. Williams was a fine dramatist.

How calmly does the orange branch observe 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 commense. A chronicle no longer old, A bargaining with mist and mould, And finally the broken stem Te 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?

@duguimaraes249

5 жыл бұрын

Beautifull words!

@MWorsa

5 жыл бұрын

*how calmly does the olive branch Observe the sky begin to blanch

@rabbiops1697

5 жыл бұрын

@@MWorsa In the movie, the actor does indeed say the word "olive" instead of "orange." But that was a mistake, an accident - there's a story about it somewhere on the web - and the poem itself references an "orange" branch.

@radar0412

4 жыл бұрын

At daybreak, when the falcon claps his wings, No whit for grief, but noble heart and high, With loud glad noise he stirs himself and springs, And takes his meat and toward his lure draws nigh; Such good I wish you! Yea, and heartily I am fired with hope of true love's meed to get; Know that Love writes it in his book; for why, This is the end for which we twain are met. Mine own heart's lady with no gainsayings You shall be always wholly till I die; And in my fight against all bitter things Sweet laurel with fresh rose its force shall try; Seeing reason wills not that I cast love by (Nor here with reason shall I chide or fret) Nor cease to serve, but serve more constantly; This is the end for which we twain are met. And, which is more, when grief about me clings Through Fortune's fit or fume of jealousy, Your sweet kind eye beats down her threatenings As wind doth smoke; such power sits in your eye. Thus in your field my seed of harvestry Thrives, for the fruit is like me that I set; God bids me tend it with good husbandry; This is the end for which we twain are met. Princess, give ear to this my summary; That heart of mine your heart's love should forget Shall never be: like trust in you put I: This is the end for which we twain are met.

@crystalcavegirl6476

2 жыл бұрын

Thank you for posting the poem.

The very first film that resonated , deeply, within me,as a child of 5 was Cannes Palme d'Or for best film short "The Red Balloon". As an adult , it would have to be, Night of the Iguana

@cosmicman621

11 ай бұрын

Ah...The Red Balloon 🌹

EXTRAORDINARY IN EVERY WAY

this movie is akin to any masterpiece in art history since the cave art paintings of Sulawesi up to modern day top of the pops. i love this movie. there s not more i can say about it.

Thank you for posting that beautiful poem.

Burtons embodiement of this role, and specially this opening is next to Daltons Jane Eyre firework the most outstanding acting achievement of all times.

God has played God and set him free.

What animates all living creatures is eternal and undying but few behold it for they are too tied to the _flesh_ and do not see it.

@degsbabe

5 жыл бұрын

Money & greed ties them.Socrates said - do not rivet your soul to your body. You shall be bound after death...

Brilliant film I like it better now than when it first appeared. Age has done that for me?

Beautiful... Surreal...

my favorite poem , talks about freedom to me freedom in the spirit , mind body and soul.

@degsbabe

5 жыл бұрын

Talk is cheap. Get it.

Memorable.

Exquisite.

Beautiful

beautiful poem

Only a man asks why he shall die, a tree or an animal merely accepts it. Who is wiser?

@shanebarrow6899

7 жыл бұрын

Wisdom of the spirit of the beast all warm blooded animals with brain pans grieve and a few cold blooded ones too.

@irenechoe

6 жыл бұрын

I am, therefore, I think.

This is a poem that equates with the sermon on the mount where Jesus talks about flowers and how they, in their natural state, are as beautiful as any man made garment. And why do we have to impose rules as to love..and who should love who. And why can't there be a place that accepts all.

Love this Scene

It's good.

Bellissimo

Măslinul muribund Ce liniștit este măslinul Scrutând senin un cer de plumb Începător de vestejire... Cu coama trista spre pământ. Fără trădarea disperării De multa vreme luminând, Se stinge-ncet in vârsta serii Îngenunchiat spre lutul surd. Chiar daca încă o poveste In cronici de vremi aurii Îl va mai pomeni vreodată, El totuși astăzi, va muri. Se apleacă-ncet si gârbovit Ființa-i toată s-a lăsat Cu coama grea, pan' la picioare Spre lutul negru si uscat. Când fructele sunt de cules Sunt triste, verzi si smochinite Murind in suflet si in trup Sub frunze moi si aurite. Hai, ia-ți curaj pan' la sfârșit! Si lasă loc altu-i măslin! E noapte un vânt tânăr se joaca Prin tufișul, verde auriu. Dar Maine vine ca un hot Si el demult nu va mai fi Un loc știut moare in mine Iar el nu va mai inflori. Din trupul lui uscat de zile Născut sub sori prea roditori Din alte timpuri, prea uitate Cu alți zei si alte ursitori Mi-e dor de tine-încă de astăzi De lipsa ta, deși nu-i mâine Măslin care mi-ai umbrit zile Născut ieri, odată cu mine. Ce liniștit moare măslinul Aproape mut, plin de iubire Fără plâns, fără rugăciune Zdrobind azi o parte din mine...

Joe S. in minnie haha - when in doubt, throw in a "golden" (Others: we've been trying to memorize this most wonderful poem, in this fabulous film. Thanks for posting!)

@MWorsa

4 жыл бұрын

M gmail There is a steam boat complete with calliope on Lake George in upstate New York named The Minnie Ha Ha, is that a movie reference?

Please make sure future generations say “olive” not orange branch. Many online platforms are writing orange! Olive Branch is very specific!

"Some time while night obscures the tree" instead of "... while light obscures..." Also, Williams' poem starts "How calmly does the orange branch" The actor says "olive" instead of "orange," as you have it. Even though the scene intercuts with Burton & Gardner, it seems to have been shot in one long take. The performances of Cyril Delevanti (Nonno) & Deborah Kerr are so exquisite, I'm guessing director Huston thought he'd never get it better, even with a flub in the poem's first line!

@olddog610

5 жыл бұрын

nealabbott.wordpress.com/tag/nonnos-poem/

@rabbiops1697

5 жыл бұрын

​@@olddog610 It's "night," not "light. You can view the poem in the play "Night of the Iguana." Moreover, it makes little sense that the word is "light." As for its appearance in your link - and other places on the web - I can only remind you that there's a ton of bad information on the web.

I wept

Fabulous actors all of them - perhaps a couple hams, but in the best possible way.

A great climax to a great movie. I bet the original Broadway play (with Bette Davis as Maxine) wasn't as good. Strange to think that 18 years later Ray Stark and John Huston would reteam to make "Annie."

Thank you for posting this, But I think, An intercourse not well... not, And intercourse not well...

@ykedoodl

9 жыл бұрын

thank you

@francecote4804

7 жыл бұрын

Joe Dean

0:23

It was a olive branch not a orange branch

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I live the poem but this is rather a dull recitation. I first heard it read by Tennessee himself. Williams said " orange branch". In the movie its was changed to " olive branch". For reasons still obscure. Try to find Williams reading it.

@user-db3mk1vs7y

3 ай бұрын

Can't find it. Got a link?

@jefolson6989

3 ай бұрын

@user-db3mk1vs7y he did it in a documentary called Tennesee Williams south and it was used in his BIO on biography. I will keep looking.

@user-db3mk1vs7y

3 ай бұрын

Still haven't found but watched a lot of TW documentaries in process

@jefolson6989

3 ай бұрын

@user-db3mk1vs7y definitely the right one . Maybe it just isn't available. Used to have it on VHS

Sorry but this film is a bit of a mess but good to know it finished with a nice touch.

@rextruegood6168

6 жыл бұрын

Joe O'Malley ok

@rextruegood6168

6 жыл бұрын

Joe O'Malley yawn

@joeomalley2835

6 жыл бұрын

@Rex Truegood "Some time while light obscures the tree The zenith of its life will be Gone past forever..."

@ITSFULLOFSTARS1

3 жыл бұрын

Fast & Furious more up to your caliber.

@UncleZhou49

2 жыл бұрын

A glorious mess.

Jones’s reading was terrible in the play. An in insult to the poem and to Williams

Măslinul muribund Ce liniștit este măslinul Scrutând senin un cer de plumb Începător de vestejire... Cu coama trista spre pământ. Fără trădarea disperării De multa vreme luminând, Se stinge-ncet in vârsta serii Îngenunchiat spre lutul surd. Chiar daca încă o poveste In cronici de vremi aurii Îl va mai pomeni vreodată, El totuși astăzi, va muri. Se apleacă-ncet si gârbovit Ființa-i toată s-a lăsat Cu coama grea, pan' la picioare Spre lutul negru si uscat. Când fructele sunt de cules Sunt triste, verzi si smochinite Murind in suflet si in trup Sub frunze moi si aurite. Hai, ia-ți curaj pan' la sfârșit! Si lasă loc altu-i măslin! E noapte un vânt tânăr se joaca Prin tufișul, verde auriu. Dar Maine vine ca un hot Si el demult nu va mai fi Un loc știut moare in mine Iar el nu va mai inflori. Din trupul lui uscat de zile Născut sub sori prea roditori Din alte timpuri, prea uitate Cu alți zei si alte ursitori Mi-e dor de tine-încă de astăzi De lipsa ta, deși nu-i mâine Măslin care mi-ai umbrit zile Născut ieri, odată cu mine. Ce liniștit moare măslinul Aproape mut, plin de iubire Fără plâns, fără rugăciune Zdrobind azi o parte din mine...