Alison Saar, "Weight," 2012. Described thus: The woman is balanced on a cotton scale against a cluster of household objects—a skillet, iron, coal scuttle, and more—to suggest that a woman is measured by the domestic work she does still.
Thousands of miles away—in time, in place,
Each night conspires to create a myth
That stands for nothing real, yet leaves you with
The vague impression of a human face.
The fragments fly apart and shift, trembling
On the threshold of a kind of fullness:
The minor wonder of remembering;
The greater wonders of forgetfulness.
For one looks back as someone else might yearn
For a new life, and set his course upon
The polestar, bid his adieus, and move on.
The journey takes a solipsistic turn,
Forsaking starlight for an inner glow,
And reducing all human history,
All human culture—highbrow, middle-, low-—
To one reflecting surface, one story.
What fills the heaven of a single mind?
The things that used to fill Kant’s mind with awe —“The starry heavens and the moral law”—
Seem distant now, and difficult to find — John Koethe, "What the Stars Meant"