Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

Nov 3, 1917 -

     The sounds – what an elysian feeling about the telegraph harp –

     Other sounds – street cleaners scraping the brick pavement with their shovels – they are unseen – it sounds like ice-scraping on a warm “Before Spring” day –

     Coal going in a cellar on an iron chute –

     The November dusk, in the still woods a pin oak commences to rustle – the sound is cold + lonely but the telegraph harp!  That sounds is not of the earth, it comes from a far off, out of the infinity of sky –