FEDERICO GARCÍA LORCA AND THE LAW OF UNIVERSAL GRAVITATION

NEWTON

On Newton´s nose

the big apple falls,

meteorite of truths.

The last one hanging

from the Science tree.

Great Newton scratches

his Saxon nose.

There was a white moon

over the barbaric lace

of the beech trees.

QUESTION

Why was the apple

and not

the orange

or the  polyhedral

pomegranate?

Why was this pure fruit

so revealing,

this soft and

placid apple?

What admirable symbol

sleeps deep inside?

Adan, Paris and Newton

carry it in their souls

and they caress it but

they cannot glimpse it.

Great Federico García Lorca dedicated a bloody good poem to Isaac Newton. Above we have only the first and the last stanzas. Sir Isaac Newton was probably some kind of weird guy. After reading this poem, I like to picture him as a charismatic scientist full of magic and always surrounded by rosebays, rings, owls and all the typical stuff that critics call “Lorca´s universe”, which is by the way, a recurrent expression in this blog.
Some people say and I agree that God made the ancient Greeks so the teachers of the future could have a living. Similarly we can say that Lorca was made for the bullfighting and flamenco critics to have an appropriate vocabulary.
(I hope you like this poem better than the last I posted here)