Moon Rondeau [German translation]

"Love is a door we shall open together."

So they told each other under the moon

One evening when the smell of leaf mould

And the beginnings of roses and potatoes

Came on a wind.

Late in the hours of that evening

They looked long at the moon and called it

A silver button, a copper coin, a bronze wafer.

A plaque of gold, a vanished diadem,

A brass hat dripping from deep waters.

"People like us,

us two,

We own the moon."