A Spring Evening –
There are bonfires – the smell of old rags burning –
Church bells – raking up refuse in the yard; robin singing, –
Children shouting – up the street the light of the afterglow comes up with pitiless force, exposing the barreness of open trees, squalid houses.
Charles E. Burchfield, Journals; undated page from between April 3 and 25, 1920