Arseny Tarkovsky
My evening, silver-feathered...

T. O.-T.

My evening, silver-feathered,
All-consecrating light!
As if no longer present,
I turn to you my sight –

With gratefulness: for every
Revitalizing breath,
That in my final craving
You granted to my breast,

For every elevation
Of your becalming hand,
For all the consolation
I long to find but can't,

For your departing gesture
Dispelling hopes away,
And fabrics of your vesture
Entwined of wind and rain.

Translated by Alexander Givental