Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

forgotten habit of my childhood, of searching out beanpods in the garden that had been forgotten & were now dried & had a peculiar smell.; At night I sat on the roof in the moonlight. It occurred to me to think of other moonlight nights of my life & compare them to this –; Nights spent in walking along the railroad near Garfield, Ohio, or dull moonlight on the rial railroad embankments near Teegarden in early February or march, with no snow on the ground; sharp brilliant nights in January when the moon is high overhead walking along in “Post’s woods” – the moonlit night as I was walking along from Columbia to Camp Jackson & I heard negroes singing from a convict camp – nights in Bedford Glens when I was under the glamour of school day romances & dreams – the moonlight night in august when the girl who has become my life-companion promised to become mine – nights sitting on the porch at home in Salem with the moonlight falling aslant the the (sic) trees across the dusty street–