Love, a keepsake [antikvár]

COLOURSWhen your faceappeared over my crumpled lifeat first I understoodonly the poverty of what I have.Then its particular lighton woods, on rivers, on the sea,became my beginning in the coloured worldin which I had not yet had my beginning.I am so frightened, I am so frightened,of the unexpected sunrise finishing,of revelationsand tears and the excitement finishing. I don't fight it, my love is this fear, I nourish it who can nourish nothing, love's slipshod watchman. Fear hems me in.I am conscious that these minutes are short and that the colours in my eyes will vanish when your face sets.Yevgeny Yevtushenko