Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

[inscription reads] " Spring was the only season I observed in the spirit of a poet. From that period I remember a song (My sweet Italian Daughter - Ludi¬crous!) that I whistled much as I rambled in search of the first hypaticas & spring beauties, and I have now but to whistle the tune to put myself into Spring.] / Talk with Eastman. He criticized my impersonal attitude towards people and my undemonstrative nature. It is not new to me. I have been aware of both long and have always dismissed them as unimportant. My aim "