I Weep For Words

I can't bear to think of the things we can't say If colors were words I'd be left holding gray Please loan me some Portuguese,Prussian and Sioux and tie them all up with a noun from Peru I want amarillo, y rojo, azul to color my poems and make them sound cool In Russian it's chorney that's black as the night or if we write behleh we color it white The loss in translation just drives me to tears just what did they mean reading back thru the years? The translators try but the nuances tremble to be heard as a word they dont even resemble We want all the colors, we want all the ways to love or berate or chastise or praise Still the words of the world and their colors have found us Hurray that olde Shakespeare Wrote Rainbows around us .