Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

A2000.001.017.041

[inscription reads] " just withering at noon. / Cicadas heard again this noon. / Nature without wind tends to become stagnant. The clouds seem unmoving. The air is clogged with a murky haze which is perhaps a compound of dust clouds sent up by a myriad vehicles & the smoke of a thousand factories. The very sunlight is dimmed as we look at the obscured trees we imagine we can see dust sifting down thru (sic) the blue air. / And so too, does life grow sluggish when the winds of idealism & ambition have "