Bruce Shanks (1908-1980)

[inscription reads] " shine and sky. / I boast in my mind that if ever I became bedridden I could travel as far and see as rare beauties as I do now. I never tire of seeing the giant sparkles in a lowly plum, or of a blade of grass bent by the breeze, or of a blue sky, or a common white cloud. I may sicken of reading grand opera, etc, but never these. / Thin pin-point creaking of a few crickets. / One z-ing katydid. / Both are lost in the wind-clanking trees and rasping corn-blades. "