The January gale is abroad again today – At noon the sun shines from a cold blue sky; icy roofs glow like rectangular suns; here and there a bit of ice left on the trees shines like a star —
The whistles roaring are far away. How the wind tears smoke away from chimneys – it does not know where to go —
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“Coufontaine: I was like the miner leaving his mine for a moment and perceiving that it is the month of April after all.” The Hostage – Paul Claudel –
Charles E. Burchfield, January 14, 1920