When your face came rising <br />above my crumpled life, <br />the only thing I understood at first <br />was how meager were all my possessions. <br />But your face cast a peculiar glow <br />on forests, seas, and rivers, <br />initiating into the colors of the world <br />uninitiated me. <br />I’m so afraid, I’m so afraid, <br />the unexpected dawn might end, <br />ending the discoveries, tears, and raptures, <br />but I refuse to fight this fear. <br />This fear-I understand- <br />is love itself. I cherish this fear, <br />not knowing how to cherish, <br />I, careless guardian of my love. <br />This fear has ringed me tightly. <br />These moments are so brief, I know, <br />and, for me, the colors will disappear <br />when once your face has set... <br /> <br /> <br />Translated by George Reavey<br /><br />Yevgeny Yevtushenko<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/colours-6/
