Humph

Beauty, dark goddess,

We met and parted
As though we parted not.

Like two stopped watches
In a dusty store window,

One golden morning of time.
- Charles Simic

I'm really not sure about this. Lots of reasons - mainly: isn't there something a bit equestrian about being referred to as 'beauty'? Somehow sounds like what one would whisper in the ear of some highly-strung racehorse who shows the whites of its eyes at every noise or rabbit leaping in its path.

Pollution

Feeling sentimental about London's urban beauty today.