And this one it's funny because I wrote this
and then I realized, how strange.
It's called, "Kore."
I hope that's how it's pronounced.
It's the other name for Persephone.
Is it right, Kore?
Kore.
And the other girl who is 7 or 8 is named Cora, C-O-R-A.
And I thought, wow, it's weird.
Kore.
"Persephone, how much you have longed
for these crooked and overgrown paths
slipping out on the violent sky, the bright stormy sea.
Kore, how much you have longed for.
Blind girl one step from the cliff edge,
you make your sure way.
The wind, your hair, your smile, dark crimson poppies
growing where no one has ever seen them.
Which one are you, Kore?
How can you tell for sure if you're allowed
to be alive this month?"
I should say like here's what I thought of you always
think, Persephone, all right, she spends half the year
in the underworld.
And we think like my friend-- well, I know him a little,
Adam.
You live in Paris and then you spend half the year in Houston
to teach then you can go back.
It's not like that.
She's dead.
She's dead, and then she's resurrected every year.
This must get tedious.
She's dead and then she's alive and then--
"Which one are you Kore?
How can you tell for sure if you're
allowed to be alive this month?
Is there anything here that stands out dear to you?
Something you can't bear to part with?
And will you remember it Kore when you resume your thrown?
Above that still and lightening sea" Thank you.