di franco buffoni
A Season in Vienna
The tram grinds on
wet rails around the
corners of brown
buildings.
Scatheless
visitors in a
cold rain we
float your
streets of plaster
frontage pitted
down to the
brick, in
a dark afternoon
the windows burning
bemused in
electric light.
Later we had a guide
to the grandeurs
of Franz Joseph,
the Ring
the Opera, the
Kunsthistorische
and: "On this balcony
Hitler announced
the Anschluss. Flowers
were all in bloom then
I remember:
Vienna had good springs once".
(dalla raccolta In a Green Eye, 1966
poi in Selected Poems, Carcanet 1994)
Il tram...
