Mirror Poem

You must read this poem both of you before a mirror
so you may observe your eyes
and be convinced
that they are still alike
and still tremble
in the conch tones of anxiety and tenderness
read the word eyes
and read your own eyes above the white page
like opening flowers
like a pool in which flowers drown
search them for
the last shade of defenceless pigeon-grey
the last fragment of azure
the last flicker of emerald lightning
read your eyes
and long may you be happy
love each other
for it's not too late
it's never late for two people
who read a poem together

Translated by Jarmila and Ian Milner