Saturday, February 24, 2007










Anecdote of the Jar

I placed a jar in Tennessee,
And round it was, upon a hill.
It made the slovenly wilderness
Surround that hill.

The wilderness rose up to it,
And sprawled around, no longer wild.
The jar was round upon the ground
And tall and of a port in air.

It took dominion everywhere.
The jar was gray and bare.
It did not give of bird or bush,
Like nothing else in Tennessee.

Wallace Stevens

2 comments:

Andrew Price said...

Ahw... That's sad.

(But true, if I'm reading it right.)

AaronCooper said...

HI ROSSETTI/MEISKA!!
how are you?? i miss you alot! anyway, i just got one of these blog things and it is kinda fun! Anyway i really like that poem.