Sounds of Silence
it says under the propellers
a slip of the tongue
not silver-tongued and

all of the passengers smile
into their wide-open
newspapers
the men in the stock quotes
the women in miscellaneous

in the aisles
vapor trails of dreams
scattered too early

Down below
Vienna, its castles, the gardens
in irresistible geometries
the graveyard full of heroes

Translated by Donna Stonecipher