Persephone
![A photograph of dark crimson pomegranate seeds delicately laid out on snow](https://www.worldliteraturetoday.org/sites/default/files/blog/poetry/alizadehpersephone-w.jpg)
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