tarkovskologist: “My sight, which was my power, now blursTwo invisible diamond spears;My heari
tarkovskologist: “My sight, which was my power, now blursTwo invisible diamond spears;My hearing subsides, full of ancient thunderAnd the breathing of the house of my father.The knots of tough muscles slackenLike grey oxen, lax in the ploughed field;The wings behind my shoulders yieldNo light when evening darkens.I am a candle. I burned at the feast.Gather my wax when morning arrivesSo that this page will prompt youHow to be proud, and how to weep,How to give away the last thirdOf happiness, and to die with ease—And beneath a temporary roofTo burn posthumously, like a word.” —A poem by Russian poet Arseny Tarkovsky recited in Nostalghia (1983) directed by Andrei Trkovsky. -- source link