Persephone
September 8, 2021
translated by
Kayvan Tahmasebian
&
Rebecca Ruth Gould

I kiss her
& death
is the shadow of that loving bird
shaking
on the pool
yet
when she turns to look
it has flown.
*
She’s gone,
sleepwalking
with her kisses
cold.
*
Only
a trace of her voice
is left
—those red pomegranate seeds—
on the snow.
Translation from the Persian