a poem of Arno Schmidt, Germany.
Music by Curd Duca.
for everyone who doesn´t know the german. there is no official translation, so I tried:
the moon is standing pale, a gong of copper
very high in the ether
on glassy stems
in the wind of the meadows
through the warm evening air
a play of a mandolin in the gloaming
now I come by
herbs and giants