Number 11: Apostrophe to a Jar

A rearrangement of Wallace Stevens

Like nothing else in Tennessee,
You did not give of bird or bush.
You were grey and bare.
You took dominion everywhere.

Tall, and of a port in air,
You were round upon the ground.
No longer wild, the wilderness
Rose up to you and sprawled around.

You made the slovenly wilderness
Surround that hill.
Round you were upon a hill.
I placed you there in Tennessee.


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