Für mich soll’s rote Dosen regnen
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 every where.
The jar was gray and bare.
It did not give of bird or bush,
Like nothing else in Tennessee.- Wallace Stevens
Kommentar der ehrenwerten Dozentin MS:
“It’s not the same as ‘I put a can of coca cola in the woods’!”









