A.E. Stallings

Quam magnus numerus Libyssae harenae
lasarpiciferis iacet Cyrenis
—Catullus 7
Consider silphium, extinguished flower,
Kin to the wild carrot, Queen Anne’s lace,
Fennel and dill, and rooted now no place
On earth, that once was worth an empress’ dower,
A Caesar’s ransom. Silphium was power
Stored in Rome’s coffers, stamped upon the face
Of silver tetradrachms, a thing to base
The wealth of nations on. Now past its hour,
Stamped out, its numbers harvested to zero,
What properties, what cures were in an ounce
Are lost to us—mere footnote to the pleasure
Out of a poem—“kisses without measure.”
The last stalk ever found, Pliny recounts,
Presented as a rarity to Nero.
from the journal ECOTONE
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"I first became fascinated with the extinction of this Libyan flower in a Catullus seminar. Popular in cooking and medicine, silphium possibly had, like its cousin the wild carrot, abortifacient properties, and might have been used as birth control. (The poet Khaled Mattawa tells me silphium is still a popular symbol in Libya, particularly with pharmacies.) Overwhelmed by current extinctions, perhaps I found it easier to address an ancient one.

A.E. Stallings on "Extinction, Laserpicium"
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