Poem by Wallace Stevens

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.

1. Bantams in Pine-Woods
2. To the One of Fictive Music
3. Nomad Exquisite
4. Continual Conversation with a Silent Man
5. Looking across the Fields and Watching the Birds Fly

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