Mirror (1975) dir. Andrey Tarkovsky

always great strong fences In his flicks

I love how much her coat billows, and the emotion on her face as she realizes

“My Sorrow, when she’s here with me, Thinks these dark days of autumn rain Are beautiful as days can be; She loves the bare, the withered tree; She walks the sodden pasture lane. Her pleasure will not let me stay. She talks and I am fain to list: She’s glad the birds are gone away, She’s glad her simple worsted grey Is silver now with clinging mist.” ~ Robert Frost’s “My November Guest” (from A Boy’s Will, 1913).