Colours (1968)

When your face appeared over my crumpled life

At first I understood only the poverty of what I have

Then its particular light on woods, on rivers, on the sea

Became my beginning in the coloured world

In which I had not yet had my beginning

I'm so frightened

I'm so frightened of the unexpected sunrise finishing

Of revelations and 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 hеms me in

I am conscious that these minutеs are short

And that the colours in my eyes

Will vanish, when your face sets