Литературный перевод плиз
Sun in the back yard Grows lazy,
Dozing on the porch steps All morning,
Getting up and nosing About corners,
Gazing into an empty Flowerpot,
Later easing over the grass a nap,
Unless someone hangs out
The wash —
Which changes Everything to a rush and clap
Of wet
Cloth and fresh wind,
And sun
Wide awake in the white sheets.
Valerie Worth