Colours Poem by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Colours

Rating: 2.8


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


Translated by George Reavey

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Judy Dean-Clasen 02 March 2021

Sorry but the translation is sadly extremely clumsy...Even Crosby has given the best, most elegant translations of...for me at least...one of the best love poems ever written.

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jerry di russo 29 April 2018

terrible translation.

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Susan Williams 15 February 2016

Yevgeny Yevtushenko uses every aspect of poetry that he can lay a pen on- the voice of the speaker, imagery by the truck load, and some awesome metaphors. With these, we see the sad human being at the center of this piece vividly.

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Nadine Lockhart 16 February 2014

Horrible translation. I love this poem; it annihilates me. This translation does nothing. The one below submitted by Evan Crosby is the one I first heard.

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Evan Crosby 05 May 2009

I have a different translation of the poem: When your face appeared over my crumbled life, At first I understood only the poverty of what I had. Then it's particular light on woods, on rivers, on the sea, Became my beginning in the colored world in which I had not yet had my beginning. I am so frightened, so frightened of the revelations, tears, and excitment finishing. I don't fight it. This fear is my love. 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.

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Maggie Ansell 25 October 2017

Thank you Evan. I remember this poem from 50 years or so ago, when I first came across it -and this is for sure the definitive translation.... Maggie Ansell

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