Sunday, January 2, 2011

the sort of beauty that i have approved

Tree at 15 degrees
My mind, because the minds that I have loved,
The sort of beauty that I have approved,
Prosper but little, has dried up of late,
Yet knows that to be choked with hate
May well be of all evil chances chief.
If there's no hatred in a mind
Assault and battery of the wind
Can never tear the linnet from the leaf.

"A Prayer for My Daughter," William Butler Yeats

[North of Chicago Avenue, east of Damen Avenue]

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