Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

[inscription reads] " never tell him. Why tell him? Does he not already know it? / Towards noon the sun came out for a moment as if blown forth by the wind and then lost. How the earth brightened color in that brief instant! / After lunch for walk. As leaving building a pigeon shot in a great loop, thru (sic) the air, tobogganing on the air current; what a day for flying! How good the wind must feel to the sockets under the wings! The sidewalks and streets are full of water lying on top the slate blue "