Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

[inscription reads] " awaken. / Sept 12, 1914 / A cold east-wind day. Popplars (sic) tip westward, which seems awry, as usually they bend east. Clouds breaking - their bottomsides are a dark cold blue-purple. Rifts are sun-filled. / Heard wind blowing thru (sic) the trees last night - the first for a long time. My mind must have been preoccupied to a great extent. / Small boys live in a world all their own. They know nothing of love, learning, religion, or philosophy. Theirs is the joy of living. Saw "