I have become acquainted with Maurice de Guerin. This “The Centaur” & “Bacchante.”
His existence is a rare poetical thing — a flash like a butterfly darting past a window.
The two prose poems opened up to me a world that is strangely associated with my boyhood when I believed in gods & in living like the wind. A sadness comes over me. Why can I not now be as irresponsible as the wind?
Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, September 21, 1916