Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

-cause I realized at last that there is no permanent happiness in human affairs – because people can never be happy nor feel free because on certain grounds they can never meet – joy in the delight of the fresh softness of the rain; the openness of the air – how all things seem to expand; the delightful odors of the soaked earth – sweet grass clover & new hay – the sight of morning glories clover & teasel – a train whistles – I think of former days of the early summer of 1918 & the southeast journeys of the spirit –.(Thoughts aroused by some labor crisis); ; July 21, 1923 –Last night in the middle of the night I woke up. We had gone to bed late; Frances had come over from Cleveland and we talked a lot, and the baby had been restless. I had tossed about a lot before going to sleep – hot & stuffy. Outside the maple tree evoked different – I was only partly awake, and it looked like the pine trees did at night in Camp Jackson – it seemed to typify to me the chasteness of solitude, and there flooded to my mind all the despised