Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

[inscription reads] life. / Downtown a sparkle of wind cleared- / lights glittering with cold! The world is mine. / After supper homeward by Euclid Avenue. A wild night. Sky black with great misshapen cloud masses of wind-cold white clouds, with sparkling stars between - southward the clouds, lower sides glared red by the furnaces up sides lit by the cold yellow of the half-moon – cold coat tearing wind roaring the trees. / Pass a drunken fel-