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Silver Spice Box: A Poem by Deborah Leipziger

By Deborah Leipziger

Published Dec 28, 2022


Silver Spice Box

I open the door

to fill your tiny chamber

with whole cloves


the besamim

perfume my fingers


Here is the border

between rest

and what follows


The filigree


the everyday


This silver spire

rests in my palms,

consoles me


The spice box is a tower

guarding the city


Tower of oncoming

night, held

by my ancestors,

handed to me





Written: June 13, 2022


Deborah Leipziger is a poet, author, and advisor on sustainability. Three of her poems have been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. Born in Brazil, Ms. Leipziger is the author of Story & Bone, forthcoming from Lily Poetry Review Books in early 2023. Her poems have been published in the UK, US, Canada, Mexico, Colombia, Is...


Portraying ritual

Click here to view spice towers in the MFA Boston collection (on which this poem is based). How does the poem portray interaction with these objects? How would you feel, if you were the poet, if you were able to touch and hold these ritual items in the museum's collection?


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