An Accurate Prospect of Vienna, the Capital of Germany
I will tell you how it is in Vienna, the capital of Germany:
A constant wind blows off the engraving.
In the foreground
Hawkins has a scar.
There are forehooves of three goats.
The donkey carries his sky-blue wariness
in his reins.
Plié, owner of the donkey, plié,
now is your time.
You are the color of a donkey’s baggage,
of the river behind you,
of the roofs of the town.
Every accurate prospect ends.
The clouds are most delicately realized.