The first stanza is from a poem by Howard Nemerov titled “To The Congress Of The United States, Entering Its Third Century”
The First Scientist
“praise without end for the go-ahead zeal
of whoever it was invented the wheel;
but never a word for the poor soul’s sake
that thought ahead, and invented the brake.”
And it occurs to me that what this ‘poor soul’
Really invented was the prescient consideration
Of consequences . . . the realization that every
Action compels an equal and opposite reaction.
The scientific method by which he observed
The empirical proof that a body in motion
Tends to stay in motion, until it meets up
With another body that's at rest, like a tree.
The painful learning that what goes around
Will come around and with unwitting results.
The simple and profound and certain truth
That nothing is ever only what one intends.
Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2011-05-25 at 03:23
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