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To produce one kilogram of saffron, it is necessary to pick 150,000 crocuses
Soon she'll crouch again above each crocus,
feel how the scales set by fate, by misfortune
are an awesome tonnage: a weight opposing
time. Soon, the sun will transpose its shadows
onto the faces of her children. she knows
equations: how many stigmas balance each
day with the next: how many days divvy up
the one meal: how many rounds of a lustrous
table the sun must go before enough yellow
makes a spoonful heavy. She spreads a cloth,
calls to the competing zeroes of her children's
mouths. An apronful becomes her standard -
and those purple fields of unfair equivalence.
Always that weight in her apron: the indivisible
hunger that never has the levity of flowers.
Soon she'll crouch again above each crocus,
feel how the scales set by fate, by misfortune
are an awesome tonnage: a weight opposing
time. Soon, the sun will transpose its shadows
onto the faces of her children. she knows
equations: how many stigmas balance each
day with the next: how many days divvy up
the one meal: how many rounds of a lustrous
table the sun must go before enough yellow
makes a spoonful heavy. She spreads a cloth,
calls to the competing zeroes of her children's
mouths. An apronful becomes her standard -
and those purple fields of unfair equivalence.
Always that weight in her apron: the indivisible
hunger that never has the levity of flowers.
~ Judith Beveridge
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