Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Old age Poem

Dim vision - my strength
Two invisible diamond spears
Deaf ears , full long-standing thunder
And respiration paternal home ;
Hard muscle weak nodes
As in the fields white oxen ;
And no longer lit at night
Two wings over my shoulders ...
I candle , I burned at the feast .
Gather my wax in the morning,
And tell you this page
How do you cry, and what you will be proud of
How fun the last third
Giving them away and die easily ,
And under the shadow of a random homeless
Tan posthumously, as a word.

By Arseny Tarkovsky

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