Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Poem for the Day: Anecdote of the Jar

by Wallace Stevens

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.

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

1 comment:

  1. Love this poem, and the collected poetry of Stevens. His contemporary, William Carlos Williams, kept a day job as New Jersey physician (Stevens was a corporate attorney in Connecticut). This poem below is a nice companion piece to the jar in Tennessee:

    The Red Wheelbarrow
    by William Carlos Williams


    so much depends
    a red wheel

    glazed with rain

    beside the white