I placed a jar in Tennessee, <br />And round it was, upon a hill. <br />It made the slovenly wilderness <br />Surround that hill. <br /> <br />The wilderness rose up to it, <br />And sprawled around, no longer wild. <br />The jar was round upon the ground <br />And tall and of a port in air. <br /> <br />It took dominion everywhere. <br />The jar was gray and bare. <br />It did not give of bird or bush, <br />Like nothing else in Tennessee.<br /><br />Wallace Stevens<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/anecdote-of-the-jar/
