Anecdote of the Jar by Wallace Stevens
‘The most beautiful thing in the world is the world itself.’
A Jar of Chutney
A jar of chutney
Winter’s windowsill grey boned
Love fermenting grieves
Wallace Stevens (1879 -1955) was an American modernist poet. He was born in Reading, Pennsylvania, educated at Harvard and then New York Law School, and he spent most of his life working as an executive for an insurance company in Hartford, Connecticut. He won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry for his Collected Poems in 1955.
Stevens’s first period of writing begins with his 1923 publication of the Harmonium collection, followed by a slightly revised and amended second edition in 1930.
His second period occurred in the eleven years immediately preceding the publication of his Transport to Summer, when Stevens had written three volumes of poems including Ideas of Order, The Man with the Blue Guitar, Parts of a World, along with Transport to Summer.
His third and final period of writing poems occurred with the publication of The Auroras of Autumn in the early 1950s followed by the release of his Collected Poems in 1954 a year before his death.
His best-known poems include “The Auroras of Autumn”, “Anecdote of the Jar”, “Disillusionment of Ten O’Clock”, “The Emperor of Ice-Cream”, “The Idea of Order at Key West”, “Sunday Morning”, “The Snow Man”, and “Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird”.
Poem Attribution © Wallace Stevens, Anecdote of the Jar
Haiku Attribution Goff James, A Jar of Chutney
Photo 1 Attribution © (Photographer Unstated), Wallace Stevens, (The Economist)
Photo 2 Attribution © (Photographer Unstated), Wallace Stevens’ home Connecticut
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Painting Attribution © Viski Katalin, Vivid Wilderness, (Date Unstated)
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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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