Anecdote of the Jar

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

The wilderness rose up to it,And sprawled around, no longer wild.The jar was round upon the groundAnd 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, Harmonium (1923)