Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

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          A dream –

     Working someplace to the north of here; a channel like depression in the earth with a few woods; a trolley line took us home at night, in my spare time I painted having brought my materials along; one I sketched was the weird setting sun thru the doorway of a deserted house; towards evening when everyone seemed getting ready to go home, I noticed in the hot yellow afterglow; bluebirds clinging to an old board fence; they seemed asleep and I was able to pick them off and put them