My Norwegian Sister

She is my Norwegian sister, comes
From a land of hills
And hills over hills,
A home of stark
Cottages
Above the hills.

When she looks at the sky
She sees a bird fly:
The bird’s shadow
Arcs across
The wicker of the roof
Like dreams.

The back of her eyelids are like dreams.
I see her in my sleep, undressing:
Her skin is covered in stars undressing
The sky that is falling like a great
Cloth (or shadow of a bird)
Over my eyes.