THE EXPLANATION OF EVERYTHING
This is how he is sitting:
With his back against an age-old tree-trunk
his face in its shade and eyes
fixed on a green apple
which hundreds of years ago
loosened from its branch but still
hesitates, still
hovers somewhere outside time.
Newton also hesitates, sees
that the apple's layer of wax quivers
but perhaps
it is only his eyes
for he's been staring so long
perhaps it is only his consciousness
for he's been holding his breath so long
has abandoned himself to his hesitancy
fallen in love with this eternal instant.
Then he closes his eyes
does not see
that the apple rises towards the blue sky.
He says:
The apple falls to the ground.
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