Anecdote of the Jar
by Wallace Stevens
I placed a jar in
And round it was, upon a hill.
It made the slovenly wilderness
Surround the 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
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