Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

a keener glow & bouyancy when we face directly in the gale. It does not dispirit us, but rather stimulates us. No I do not want a million dollars. A place to live & sleep, food enough to keep the body alive, with a love of art what else can one desire. Even if he does not always have these, the poet feeds and warms himself with his thoughts.(HT)Sunset of intense warm colors - red & red purple. Just before, the blue sky yellow dappled by regular clouds. Air crystalline.Night beautiful. Even