Sun, Wind and Clothes-line  
     
 

Your yellow jersey lifts its arms

 
  vin reverent greeting to the zenith.  
     
  The summer wind fills  
  the rose-white shells of your bra.  
     
  Your mother of pearl gray knickers  
  are pierced by slanting rays of the sun.  
     
  At the end two blue socks dance  
  a nimble toe-dance.  
     
  Out of the house a clothes-basket comes  
  and two sandals with a naked lady above them.  
     
  It’s useless to resist:  
  My joy skips rope with a clothes-line  
     
  Harald Sverdrup  
 

Translated by Louis Muinzer