Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

 Dream at dawn: Out in the country by an abandoned house. Suddenly in the north appeared a great flock of birds whirling and darting at each other in sport – as they came closer I saw that they were eagles – a beautiful sight – they passed over the house and suddenly lit in a great elm tree; (which was bare of leaves, altho it was summer) – which they filled – large handsome gray & black birds, majestic – lit up by a westering sun. At times a sun-filled haze floated in front of the tree, blotting them out, then as it disppe dispulled dissolved, they slowly reappeared.Waking, I got to thinking that such a vivid dream is just as valid as an actual experience. From the latter all that ever remains is a memory; I have just as strong a memory of the dream, and where could I even, in actual life, see hundreds of eagles together?A bright clear day; spent mostly in studio writing to youngsters.