Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

[inscription reads] as if the wind blew directly from across Newfoundland. / To Symphony Concert. It revives the poetry in me why need it be revived? I am anxious for a ramble in the Bottoms - then let me steep myself in its poetry - no sight of hideous city. It alarms me I need constant reviving like this. To hear a Peterbird! Talk of exiles! There is the music. Schubert’s Unfinished Symphony took me to a deep gorge full of glittering sun-spokes, on whose