by Paul Verlaine （Translated by Louis Simpson）

High-heels were struggling with a full-length dress

So that， between the wind and the terrain^1，

At times a shining stocking would be seen，

And gone too soon. We liked that foolishness.

Also， at times a jealous insect's dart²

Bothered out beauties. Suddenly a white

Nape flashed beneath the branches， and this sight

Was a delicate feast for a young fool's heart.

Evening fell， equivocal， dis百度競價推廣bling，

The women who hung dreaming on our arms

Spoke^{3 in low voices， words that had such charms}

That ever since our stunned^{4 soul has been trembling.}