Love, a keepsake [antikvár]

When 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 colored worldin which I had not yet had my beginning.I am so frightened, I am so frightened,of the unexpected sunrise finishing,ofrevelationsand 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 colors in my eyes will vanish when your face sets.Yevgeny YevtushenkoSUMMER POEMI will bring you flowersevery morning for your breakfastand you will kiss mewith flowers in your mouthand you will bring me flowersevery morning when you wakeand look at me with flowers in your eyesHeather Holdén