Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

belong as much as we do – Besides my wife & I, and our little children there are the hoptoads, and snails and angleworms – and visiting robins starlings, sparrows, and grackles, and there aren’t so many but that they become familiar, and seem as if they might have names – they attain significance because the earth that supports them is ours—

June 25, 1929—

I awoke this morning with a feeling of great power – an irritating feeling, as tho their (sic) was no outlet for it to spend itself – I felt sullen almost that this power should be expended during the day in doing such a multitude of trivial banal tasks. And only yesterday I was so flabby and lifeless; the least move an agony of exertion—
The weather is sullen & baffled – hot, humid – a thunderstorm at dawn got nowhere – the sky is low and oppressive, rain fitful
I would be like a thunderstorm – rush across the land bending trees in my fury, stabbing with swift lightning the things I hated destroying savagely the things I loved.