colours

so many poets to choose from....but this is for the kindly Mister, Mr Mad, x

when your face
appeared over my crumpled life
at first i understood
only the poverty of what i have,
then it's spectacular light
on woods, on rivers, on the sea,
became my beginning in my coloured world,
in which i had not yet had my beginning.

from Colours by Yevgeny Yevtushenko


(i think the translation could be better!)