Author Charles Baudelaire It was in her white skirts that he loved to see her run straight through the branches and leaves, gracefully, but still gauche, and hiding her leg from the light, when she tore her dress, on the briars, in her flight. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments