I am doing my homework now and it is 10:22 right now. I am horrible at doing my homework on time. I need help O3O 

I am writing an analysis essay on a poem called Colours by Yevgeny Yevtushenko. Naw I can't figure out what this means. 

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 nourish it who can nourish nothing"   

D: Help?