Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

A cut wheat field looks like a snow bank - those glossy stub-bles reflect light well.Listen long to the singing of the telephone poles. It sounds more wierd & beautiful by moonlight. (This is a solo played by the arch music master, the wind, as he draws his bow - a shaft of moonlight, across the wires.)Each pole has a distinct tone. A steady throbbing sound – the poles, once trees, still are full of life which is expressed in this pulsating sound.(HT)(HT)Seems a voice from the