| Sun, Wind and Clothes-line | ||
Your yellow jersey lifts its arms |
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| 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 |
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