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