High-heels were struggling with a full-length dress <br />So that, between the wind and the terrain, <br />At times a shining stocking would be seen, <br />And gone too soon. We liked that foolishness. <br /> <br />Also, at times a jealous insect's dart <br />Bothered out beauties. Suddenly a white <br />Nape flashed beneath the branches, and this sight <br />Was a delicate feast for a young fool's heart. <br /> <br />Evening fell, equivocal, dissembling, <br />The women who hung dreaming on our arms <br />Spoke in low voices, words that had such charms <br />That ever since our stunned soul has been trembling.<br /><br />Paul Verlaine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-young-fools-les-ing-nus/
