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
tulips cradle
in the wind of the meadows
through the warm evening air
come footfalls
a play of a mandolin in the gloaming

now I come by
herbs and giants

Arno Schmidt

Poem of Arno Schmidt

Music: Traces, Elevator by Curd Duca

track by studio from yearbook I