Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

note & sound was there, but uttered so poorly: Was this some weak imitator, or had he lost his power of song in his long silence and found nothing in this hot weather to inspire a more beautiful rendition. But he seemed unaware of its defect like Burrough’s songsparrow, and gave it as confidently as tho he were at his best.A songsparrow sang - there is nothing the matter with that! It is the noon hour. Air dead. But I hear chewink calling. Cicade & constant chirping of blackbirds. These latter speckle the wheat shocks. De-