Newton’s Orange
Gravity
I run into it
Gravity
I run into it
in the old market square.
Maybe in ancient Rome.
It wears
the sarcastic color
of a wasted life.
It laughs seconds out loud.
Sunflower seeds.
In its military memory
it harbors a changing of the guard.
It presses its ear against the moist ground.
The ticking pulse of approaching clock hands.
As it lies
under a ravaged tree
a human
falls on it.
Ewa Lipska was born in 1945 in Kraków. She is a Polish poet from the generation of the Polish “New Wave.” Collections of her verse have been translated into English, Czech, Danish, Dutch, German, and Hungarian. She divides her time between Vienna and Kraków.
Margret Grebowicz is a native speaker of Polish from Lódz. Her translations have appeared in Quarterly West, Literary Imagination, AGNI, Poetry International, FIELD, and elsewhere. She is associate professor of philosophy at Goucher College.
