Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, January 14, 1920

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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[Burchfield highlighted the following passage in red pencil in the right margin.]

“Coûfontaine: 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, Journals, January 14, 1920