Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

[inscription reads] long streaks of swamp water lit by blinding cloud-rifts in a willow-rattled wind. All morning the air, made subtle to sound by the rain, brought the musical clanging of leisurely trains on the Nickle-plate Railroad, reminding me strongly of March mornings my first year up here, of the truant - hours spent in Lakeview. / Some while ago I was thus: indifferent to the regard of my fellowmen, tending to misanthropy. Lately I have been surprised to find that I