Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

crost the bay” is like Browning.i (HT)(HT)(HT)(HT)August 3l, 1914(HT)A warm windy day. Sky opaquish. White plastered clouds. I long to lie on the streaky Dutchman’s hill where the oaks snap windy against the blue, and the chestnuts stiffen windshot against the opaquish sky.(HT)The rising sun sends a shower of brick dapples across the filmy sky.(HT)Where the tree-sparrow satisfies his delicate passion in mid air.(HT)I have been thinking of that bubbly shower the other day and have been imagining a