Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

ly when I am in the city. Were I afield, no doubt the autumnal colors would give me the impression of the fall - we do not see them in the city.(HT)Autumn is the great romance season. Every event in nature or in human affairs no matter how mean or small, is colored with ro­mance until it becomes glorified. I wonder if when a man is in the Fall of his life, if life has that aspect - I mean the ordinary man? To the poet life is that way thruout.Noon hot and sultry.