Sam Rasnake on “Anecdote of the Jar”

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.

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This poem by Wallace Stevens is in one of my deepest wells.  I really can’t remember when I didn’t know this poem.  I do know that the poem came to me through my father who always referred to it – my father whose ideal poet is Longfellow, yet is a man who knew Stevens’ poem.  From that connection, I grew to love this poem – and that pulled me deeper, when I was ready, into Stevens’ great works: “The Idea of Order at Key West,” “The Snow Man,” “Peter Quince at the Clavier,” “Sunday Morning” … I’ll stop there.

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Corium Magazine, a quarterly internet journal is now live. Lauren Becker, Heather Fowler and myself are happy to share the amazing work we’ve received. Go check it out.

Short Fiction:  Stephen Elliott, Sean Lovelace, Alec Niedenthal, Adam Moorad, Donna D. Vitucci
 
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